Around eight this morning she calls. "I'm on the bus; on my way."
Despite my many suggestions to fly or take the train, my mom prefers the bus. It's easier. "I don't have to deal with luggage. I just get on and get off." There's a lot to be said for just getting on and off. But it still means a seven and a half hour door to door trip. Mostly in a bus. It's amazing my mom arrives looking beautiful and energized.
I work all day, and take advantage of my surroundings. I get my makeup done with the talented Lorine in Armani, with the hope that it'll detract from my Mephisto bootie work-shoes. Around 6:15, I head over to The Smith, a nearby restaurant where Jessica and Daniel's engagement party is being held. Jessica is Abbey's niece.
It's a great venue for a party. Intimate, but big enough for the 60 plus people. Amazing and varied hors d'oeuvres. Great drinks (two cranberry margarita's). And desserts that are too good to resist. Everyone of course looks stylish and chic. I have a very fashionable family.
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