Carbs and a Corgi
My weekend in two words.
I could describe Saturday in great expletive detail after waiting in line at The Bungalow for two and a half hours, but will choose to focus on the positive aspects of my two days off.
The weekend was a shuffle, that my tater tot legs could not keep up with.
After a transformation at CM with my fave Bre, I was ready to whip my newly blonde hair around for the weekend festivities.
Carms referred to my hair as Ombre… It was time for a change.
Boozy brunch began with pancakes and mimosas with a side of snap.
Snap attack that is.
We nibbled on some SusieCakes and hopped to the Bung for a wrap around line.
“It will go quick,” we said.
We might as well have checked into the Fairmont since we were essentially waiting all the way back by the lobby.
But no, the line did not go quick.
After waiting in a mosh pit that was worse than the one I experienced at a Foo Fighters concert (TBT 2007), I started threatening people with really ridiculous statements.
I needed to get a grip.
The margs subdued me, but what truly calmed me was the presence of seeing my twin on Sunday.
We were soul mates from day one.
We have similar features-Long torsos, and ridiculously short arms and legs that make it comical to see either of us run.
After being blessed by G, I stopped at Chateau for the Coco event, and was harassed by the waiters for only ordering one glass of prosecco with my friend Mallory.
Yes, I am only having one glass for now , but will indulge later this evening for The Oscars with Leo’s victory.
The prosecco was never popped, but every item you could heat in an oven from Trader Joe’s was.
The carbs will be decreased starting this week for Coachella.
I will miss you pigs and a blanket.