Whitney

Okay, Princess promised me . . . promised me . . . that we could go to the Whitney Garden party today. So I'm dyeing my hair and we are going to the garden party damnit. Because it is on the summer list and I have a strong urge to wear heels. (yes, I need a reason to wear high heels . . . I'm not just going to wear them around the house) I want to do full makeup (I haven't put anything on but mascara since middle June . . . again, yes, I need a reason for the goo) I want to sit outside with a girlie drink in my hand and share news other than what's happening at work. I want to go out . . .

Because I have news . . . maybe only five minutes worth of discussion, but news nonetheless.