Saturdays are for magazines. I flip through the photos in US Weekly, I read the articles in Los Angeles Magazine, and I study the pages of Martha Stewart Living. If I were to oversimplify my personality (which, I imagine, is no real challenge), those three periodicals would pretty much take care of it.Sundays are for brunch, cleaning, and surprises. It was Cafe on 3rd again, and getting all my jeans tumble-dried to fit tightly, and the surprise was an unexpected trip to the Wiltern to see the Killers. I'm in love with Brandon Flowers. Googling him reveals that he's 22 and "could be" gay. So I can't just share him with girls, I have to share him with boys, and also teenagers and college kids. Shit.
It was a bit like watching James Bond rocking in Vegas. I'm sure a music writer somewhere would scoff at that interpretation. I pretend to be nothing, I only know what I like.
Hmm, and what else? Il Soleil for some duck; funfetti cupcakes with mascarpone frosting; Three of Clubs and cabernet and meeting more "screenwriters" into the morning; another little jaunt into Polkadots and Moonbeams. And laying eyes on a 22-year-old rock wunderkind.
And thus another excellent weekend ends!
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 11:59 PM
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