Tonight I attended a fabulous happy hour at one of Los Angeles' undiscovered treasures: a cool Italian joint tucked off a side street in West LA called Il Moro. Yummy happy hour with a disgustingly huge buffet of small bites and live jazz...
And now I am at home, happy as a bug. Will have a glass of wine, some good stuff from up north, and pack for a girls weekend in Las Vegas while I wash my sheets squeaky clean. Ahhh...the smell of lavender!
Vegas with my best friends. This is a rare occurrence. Coming from corners of LA, Chicago and Phoenix, we're still one man (er, Wo-Man) down but will make up for her absence with raunchy jokes and champagne. Plus, to get extra cheeseball about it, it's National Friendship Week! Har har. But seriously, these friends are truly my sisters, and my love for them spills over and I will know them forever and ever. This I know.
This past week or so I have been so busy and happy that I haven't had time to think of wandering and performing my typical over-analysis of life. I can truly say I've lived in the present. I've kicked ass and taken names at my job; gone on two really great dates; drank some smooth and velvety wines; and I am back into a workout routine, morning pilates sessions and jogging in that California sunshine.
More to come post-Weekend fun.
Cheers,
Jo
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Vegas during national friendship week...
someone should warn Vegas right now.
Sounds like trouble may be on the way
Have a fabulous weekend!
I wish Canada had a Vegas equivalent... our casinos are the least glamourous thing you've ever seen.
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