I need to start this off by saying that posting this while LA is up in flames feels wrong. Watching hundreds of thousands of people lose their homes while I sit here babbling about the hot-girl advantage of a spray tan and excitement of trivia night feels both ignorant and pointless. LA holds a special place in my heart, and seeing the devastation it's enduring is gut-wrenching. This is a harsh reminder of what truly matters in life - and I hate that it comes at the expense of others.
If I could, I’d wake up Mother Nature herself, grab her by her dainty little shoulders, and command that girl to make it rain. I’d picture the streets of LA alive, filled with people dancing and singing in the miracle of droplets - similarly to the day Biden won in 2020 and Abbot Kinney turned technicolor in celebration. But I can’t.
What I can do, though, is support the frontlines. If you’d like to do the same and make a donation to the California Fire Foundation -click here.
Now, savor your day, you pretty little punchbowls of fruity goodness!!! Because as we know, in any single moment, everything can change.
Now Back to Regular Pretty in Person Programming
Happy New Yurrrrrr!
I hope your resolutions are resoluting and the holiday overload of cookies, wine, pasta, and all things sugar coated is making its way downtown, moving fast, digestive tract and you’re homebound da-na da-na da-na - get it, geeetttt it?!
*creepy wink*
Lol. Ok, whatever. I tried.
Anyyyhoozer…
Listing to this note back, every time I hear myself say “husband,” I feel so weird! One year in, and I still don’t feel adult enough to use the “H” word. It’s like every time I say it, I feel like I should either be:
a. Churning butter
b. Pretending I’m not google-ing “how to not shrink your clothes in the wash”
Still, it’s kinda hot. And I love it in all it’s adorable, unnatural glory.
Alrighty, that’s it for now.
Carpe diem!
Paint the town!
And…
Allllll That Jazz,
Bx
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