So far, coffee is winning over cracking that second bottle of sparkling open. (from last night, second, not this morning, maybe if this were Grey Gardens, which it kind of is, ok maybe if this were the Hamptons) However, it took far too long to figure out the coffeemaker instructions, what an adventure that was. I am drinking some now from a weird troll mug.
These are my new best friends, 40% off GUESS heels, and not from a place like Winners LOL the actual store. The older you get they say the more of a label whore you’re supposed to be. Ok, they don’t say that, but they should. The black pair, which I wanted, was an 8.5 and already too-loose seeming.
Mom’s big society pearls.
It feels like Beauty and the Beast. Get your boyfriend to take you here and when he goes to work in the day write on your fairytale blob romantic things about isolation and despair then have a jacuzzi tub.
We’re celebrating a double whammy birthday for these two, and more cougs are touching down tonight and likely will crash on the fold-out in the other room so I will get no sleep tonight I bet. Oh well, life is short, let’s celebrate!
Tried to crank call my mom but couldn’t figure out how to dial out so I crank-called the front desk instead I suppose.
Lois’ Birthday is on Saturday and she is ADD like mom and I and like-minded, live like we are going to die tomorrow, or like we’re running out of time or something. Lois and Tracey went to fat Camp together in Utah at the end of summer. Climbing mountains and other torturous shit and Lois was the Diva of the bunch my mom said. It seems like my mom just posed by gay waterfalls and shit.
Me right now LOLOLLLLL.
I slept with my mom. Ew. Hah. We are the same type of sleeper but apparently I tossed and turned (“like a horse”) all night long. Good, get out of my way next time, hog.
G I R L C R A W L. Some of Erica‘s goodies.
I wish I went shopping with them but I don’t want to spend uselessly, trying to save.
We have a Queen Suite. Had breakfast down in the sun/tea room overlooking the courtyard and then snooped around the hall/dining/dancing room where they were setting up for lunch, so grand and posh. Mom’s aesthetician gets all dressed like royalty and comes here for dances all the time. She is searching for the love of her life. Isn’t that adorable? I took a photo of two lovely old chicks who said, this is a place you read about but never get to see. Ahh bless her sheltered little heart, I’ve seen mad stately shit in my 28 years, where are you from a peanut factory? My my.
I’ve rearranged this set-up a little bit, and thrust every window open with the golden curtain ropes, more Beauty and the Beast bullshit. The tree outside our window swayed violently in the wind last night very spooky like in Poltergeist that scary demon tree foreshadowing doom for this family and then it almost killed him by slamming in through the window? Anyway we loved it a little sense of danger. Mom thinks the Old Mill is haunted, I don’t believe in ghosts but now the hair on the bak of my neck is creeping up ahhhh! I dragged the table a bit closer over to the window but can’t full do it cos of the cords on back of stereo which I may just put all of on floor cos why pass up an opportunity as a writer (in my Howard Hughe’s shut-in element) to work from an elegant and stately desk in front of a window as autumn blustery trees and snarly branches dot the clearing, phenom view and might be time to pop that Brut? Brutiful idea!
I walked on top of that shit! Original Gangsta.
How I wish I had this toothbrush with me right now, I forgot one. I am a child and have packing difficulties, that’s your department! Coffee glug and off to figure out (find) the thermostat. Or I’ll just put the fireplace on. BYE!
