Because when I am a retiree, you can bet your bottom dollar I'll be road-tripping to casinos. I'll be drinking whiskey and diet cokes and playing the quarter machines. I'll also be cranky, I am sure.
So, I guess the only way I will different when I am 65 then from right now, at 27, is that I will be 38 years older. Sounds good to me.
After a fab day in Gayville with Jacy and Weez yesterday, my law partner Breem and I met an "English department person" (that's how we are referred to around town, I hear) for tea and wine downtown. While the conversation was, as always, sparkling, I have to admit I was most entranced by the group of Red Hat Society Ladies that filed in for dinner. They were lovely--visions in red, purple, and polyester. It was like looking into a mirror.
A totally awesome mirror.
I am loving Beyonce THIS MUCH right now.
2 comments:
I hate the Red Hat Society. The pay attention to the first one and a half lines of the poem and that is it. The red hat is not supposed to match the purple outfits "at all."
They make the hats match!
It drives me nuts.
That's just how those bad ass bitches roll, ya'll. That's just how they roll.
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