Whoever is happy will make others happy, too.
~Mark Twain
I can think of nothing less pleasurable than a life devoted to pleasure.
~John D. Rockefeller
Passe moi la champagne! ‘Tis Friday! I’m having such a good day I’m about to burst. Work has been a major crap shoot this week (classy term, I know) but it’s ending on a high note. We just got a new account—predicted to be our largest—and it’s all MINE and the deal is done! So we’re having a toast after work at the Italian joint next door to celebrate.
Beyond my Spanish tapas adventure this evening, I’m getting my hair done by my favorite lesbian hair dresser in Brentwood on Saturday morning. I cheated on her a few months ago. Well, that’s what it felt like when I went to someone new last time around. But now I’m back and ready to vow that I’ll never do such a silly thing again! And then hopefully Saturday afternoon I’m doing a stair workout by the ocean. Outside, by the waves, sweating with one of my closest girlfriends…can’t be it.
But Sunday is what I’m really anxious for. A friend is picking me up quite early and we’re going to hit golf balls in Manhattan Beach and then we’re roaming the beach town and drinking margaritas for the large part of the day. How divine! How lazy! And then Sunday night I’m due for another LACMA rendezvous and dinner on Museum Row.
It’s not often you get such a perfect weekend. It’s supposed to be mid-70s to 80 degrees. I hope my high expectations don’t disappoint me.
~Mark Twain
I can think of nothing less pleasurable than a life devoted to pleasure.
~John D. Rockefeller
Passe moi la champagne! ‘Tis Friday! I’m having such a good day I’m about to burst. Work has been a major crap shoot this week (classy term, I know) but it’s ending on a high note. We just got a new account—predicted to be our largest—and it’s all MINE and the deal is done! So we’re having a toast after work at the Italian joint next door to celebrate.
Beyond my Spanish tapas adventure this evening, I’m getting my hair done by my favorite lesbian hair dresser in Brentwood on Saturday morning. I cheated on her a few months ago. Well, that’s what it felt like when I went to someone new last time around. But now I’m back and ready to vow that I’ll never do such a silly thing again! And then hopefully Saturday afternoon I’m doing a stair workout by the ocean. Outside, by the waves, sweating with one of my closest girlfriends…can’t be it.
But Sunday is what I’m really anxious for. A friend is picking me up quite early and we’re going to hit golf balls in Manhattan Beach and then we’re roaming the beach town and drinking margaritas for the large part of the day. How divine! How lazy! And then Sunday night I’m due for another LACMA rendezvous and dinner on Museum Row.
It’s not often you get such a perfect weekend. It’s supposed to be mid-70s to 80 degrees. I hope my high expectations don’t disappoint me.
I doubt they will. It doesn't take much to make me happy.
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