Warum? Da the only way I could afford to purchase the Karl Lagerfeld diet book was in German. It seems to be out of print and there are no copies at any libraries out here in the land of coke and Cadbury eggs. (both of which will be off limits in the KL diet)
It’s actually a book full of recipes which I will probably never cook, meaning I will only be able to follow his summer and winter breakfast plans since they are easy. And yes, he changes his breakfasts seasonly, but breakfast only. The rest of the day I’ll probably just starve. I just need to be really thin for the Cher concert. Not only is it important me, it is important to Cher. And that’s what matters the most.
I guess we have to wait until May for the roses to bloom. By then I’ll probably be over it. We were supposed to have the first Garden Tea Party of SPRING yesterday but all the rose bushes were covered in mulch. You could still smell them though. The scent of roses and wet mulch (and faintly, shit) filled the air. The fountains were turned off. There was a funeral going on just meters away at the cemetery next door. It put us off our cucumber sandwiches. So we decided to postpone until further notice. Instead, we went to go get coconut shrimp tacos with orange marmalade salsa and then blew bubbles and played with chalk. Then I cruised around the old lake and went home.
We had gone to the toy store to buy a ball but couldn’t find one worthy of a Spring party. I almost bought a blue bike with brown tires and quilted brown leather seat. Maybe I’ll go back later and buy it.
A year ago today....the 24th of March, I was probably all excited and packing for my trip. I think we went and got steaks got that day. Our waitress was really nice. We sat by the window. It was sunny. That either happened on the 24th or the 25th which would have been a Sunday. The next day I went to school and worked at that one place at night. I went home and was smoking in the garage, scrolling through my phone, looking at Peggy holy trinity and PEW PEW PEW from there began a big dramatic 48 hour manic episode that is now known as the Liza Minnelli affair of 2018.
I think that Tuesday or Wednesday I had to go back to the steak place and grab my debit card that I left there. I used to do that kind of thing a lot but it hasn’t happened since. It was also really sunny that day too and when you live here and spend roughly 4-5 months in the dark the sun seems REAlly bright and ALWAYS gives you a headache. They played the song “Redondo Beach” by Patti Smith on the radio.
Thursday we left. The best part about Las Vegas, in my opinion, is coming downstairs in the morning and taking in the quintessential scent of cigarette smoke, cleaning products, and fountain water that’s present in all of the hotel lobbies but especially the nice ones. Friday morning I got a short flat white and laid out by the pool. We went to get tickets to see Penn and Teller. And this time, I wasn’t passed out drunk in my seat by the end of the show so I got to see the end. Afterwards we went and got cupcakes out of some cupcake machine and went to bed. I feel like the Twilight zone was on. I have no memory what so ever about what we did for the rest of the trip because I was hammered. One moment of clarity was going back up to the room and realizing that I had just spent 300 dollars on body butter with fragrence that “I created” and soaps that looked like desserts. I took a really long shower and was listening to something, probably ZZ Top (I had this weird short-lived ZZ Top moment last March).
That Sunday we sat at the Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf in the Venetian and stared out the window for about 3 hours until we left for the airport. And that was the end of that.
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