Yesterday was a perfect day. I didn't have a perfect attitude for all of it, but all in all it was one of those activity-filled days that brought a lot of surprises, and I was reminded of why I have a great life and do a good job of enjoying it. Friday night was the semester's first Bar Review, and I can't remember seeing as many people that I recognized as I didn't recognize. I danced with abandon with old friends, had confectionery cocktails, laughed a lot, and lost my voice the next morning. I followed a good instinct and checked my mail and found all kinds of cool deliveries. At home, my dad had brought the ghost of Bobo. It was creepy and heartwarming at the same time.
And then later that night I joined my buddies in LA at Al Gelato and then the Gate, being introduced for the first time to a delightful Bubble Gum shot by Inna, letting me worry less about the curl in my hair and the tightness of my pants. In a crazy, impromptu moment, I caught with an old friend on the corner of Wilshire and Robertson as we talked about the best way to tone down hair the color of urine. Inna reminded me that one time somebody had made blueberry ice cream for me -- I was glad to be reminded of this simple, beautiful memory.
Happy Birthday, Dr. King.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 6:13 PM
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