|Shout-out to Kaari for her candid photos of kyle's purse loving one another...|
|yes we did the mirror shot. yes i|
Kyle's Purse had an official family dinner last night at Clarissa's. Not only does Classy Clarissa's place (as she's known by our improv clan) have the sickest views ever of the downtown skyline but some remarkable kitchen skill in meatball-making. Along with spaghetti, sauce, bread, salad, and hor douves-making, for that matter. The hostess with the mostess wasn't improvising either in being the evening's traditional Italian mama providing enough food for
|clearly I suck at cameras...|
More importantly, I haven't had any time with the goofballs I know who care about me and have my best interest at heart. Even when my social life may be on hiatus. Despite being witness to past behavior not even worthy of a Lohan, this hot mess is still appreciated. And loved. By open-minded people with intellect, questioning things and challenging others, in a manner only characteristic of the educated inspired just to live. Empathy for others is another strain in this shared "gene," but I thank God for that. We're emotional, eccentric, dramatic. But we love hard, and are passionate. (Obviously I was going to put a cheesy rhyme line here.)
|when it all began...|
Alas, perhaps why the damn canker sores plaguing me recently (generally induced by stress) were nearly healed today is because I hung out with the only people on this planet to understand me on a whole other level. Coincidence? I think not. My day-to-days are unpredictable. Desiring my peaceful bed at day's end usually is the only predictable thing. Playing four hours worth of Cards Against Humanity with comedy people after a Tony Soprano dinner, and night resulting in so much fun that no stress or thoughts of first world life could exist.
|Rush Limbaugh's soft, shitty body FTW!|