Other things: Happy Friday

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Last night I went to my first-ever grown up “opening” at a gallery for an artist I KNOW PERSONALLY. (Gray, he’s in the middle of the photo). It was pretty fancy (it was in Beverly Hills.) I wore a fancy dress and fancy shoes and had a twist in my hair with a Bobby and carried around a dainty clutch. I was all set to go in with my handsome boyfriend and gorgeous friends, and as we walked in I realized something was sticky on my shoe. And what was it? …gum. I mean, it could have been some famous gum, chewed by someone I would probably take ABC gum from, but that was not the point. I politely excused myself and walked out to a poll behind a bush in front of the Pilates studio next door, and scraped it off the best I could.

It was all very civil, the gum (which was green, so probably wintergreen, by the way) scraped off well, and I went back in, where my handsome boyfriend got me a drink, like we were part of a civilized crowd, and then we proceeded to stare at the art and comment thoughtfully.

This begs the question, though: am I ready for openings in Beverly Hills? Maybe not…but hopefully we fit right in.

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And that’s Gray’s boyfriend, Jeff. 🙂

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About sorellaaglio

I am 26. I love nature. I love trying new things, and I love children. I love cooking, baking, and sometimes even cleaning. I am an organized mess, and yet manage to eat three meals a day and get eight hours of sleep a night. If you stop by, I'll feed you and make you a mixed CD. Oh, and I am a fan of you.
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