What a Party!

There is a good reason that I have not posted since Thursday and it isn't that I'm one of those people who start something and never finish it. The reason? That party was terrific for so many reasons. And I've been paying the price. What a headache! And then I had to catch up with clients so I've been busy. But more abut the party.

I so needed to get away from this house and memories of Harcourt and my angry pre-teen daughter. So that's reason one. Reason two is, naturally, the present that Pender had for me. He is such an evil little man. I am not sure if I should say here because anyone can read this but let's just say he has his sneaky ways for getting both his gossip and the little pills that take a party out of the realm of smalltalk and into the world of FUN! He is like a spy in our little community and I will not reveal how he knows this stuff or how he gets his hands on other people's prescriptions. But his gossip was, as usual, of the outstanding, incredibly personal variety. I think I can repeat it here if I don't name any names. It seems that there is a couple here in the neighborhood that is not getting along as well as everyone thinks. In fact, things are so grim at home (depite a naughty collection of outfits, if you know what I mean. Okay what I mean is one of them shops at Frederick's of Hollywood.) that she has other plans. And those plans take the form of a much younger man, a secret bank account, and plans to ditch the entire happy family living in the suburbs facade and relocate--with a lot of HIS money--to New York. That is juicy. I will not be able to look her in the eye at our next book group. I am so naughty that I even listen to Pender's gossip. But I certainly do!

There was another reason that party rocked, though. It seems that my best friend from the fourth grade, Happy, has returned to town. I never thought I would see that happen. She got out! She made good. She had a great job as a writer, a hot husband, and an apartment in Manhattan. Why would she come back here? But apparently that has all fallen apart (or so I assume) and she is back. We hugged like fourth grade was yesterday but I still remember how badly she had to leave this town when she was but a teen so I don't know what to think of her recent return. Should I be happy for her? Or should I wear black out of sympathy for her plight? Whichever it is, she was lots of fun at the party and loved Pender's gossip as much as I did. And I want her for my best friend again because she is so exactly positioned in the direction I want to take my own life. The writer's life. I told both Happy (sorry, I will stop calling her that. She hates it. Harper.) and Pender about this blog. So maybe they are are both reading? Please comment if you remembered the URL! I know we all had so much to drink. But how hard is it to remember? If you can find your way home from New York, you can find my blog. I hope you are reading. Come over for coffee if you are! Both of you!

Oh, Harper, if you are reading. What about that new man in town. The one with the..um..charming wife who was so warm and welcoming to us all. (Not!) Hot? No? (Him. Not her. Her shoes were cute though, despite the rest of the package. I am duty bound to admire a cute pair of shoes.) I am quite certain that he was smitten with you. His face about lit up when he saw you and he didn't take his eyes off you for one second. I know he's married but how happy can he be? If she is horrid in the first five minutes, what can she be like after 10 years of marriage? I shudder to think. Poor man. He needs rescuing.

Oh and speaking of shoes. I'm thinking of ordering these (below.) Tell me what you think! (I am on a terrible online shopping tear but I got three new clients--with a hangover--so I can.) What color? (You have to click on them to see the choices.)