The Scene
Went over to Sable Crow's tonight. For dinner with a side a packing.
Mr. Crow is flying off to England and then Scotland for 10 days. That lucky bitch.
Went over to Sable Crow's tonight. For dinner with a side a packing.
Mr. Crow is flying off to England and then Scotland for 10 days. That lucky bitch.
Tonight I helped him pack for such diverse activities as clubbing in London and falconry in Edinburgh. Tall order. Encouraged him to pack everything from Costume Nacionale booties, an Armani leather jacket, three pairs of jeans, saucy hats, shit kicker boots, label whore cuffs, Nike trainers and handmade scarves.
My payment for helping him pack like a rockstar: vanilla ice cream with strawberries covered in maple syrup.
Ugh I hate skinny friends who teach me pig-rrific concoctions.
But love knowing my friends well. Like when I buy them a little something for our favorite holiday of the year.
And then I notice they've already begun decorating ;)
2 comments:
I cringe at what I packed for our Paris/Rome/Venice honeymoon. :( It all went well together, but it was so booooring. I'm glad you encouraged Sable Crow to pack a wide variety of stuff.
Ugh! Your packing job was FANTASTIC. I wore those boots ALL the time, and they were major in London. These nouveau riche Japanese guys stopped in Selfridges and hid behind a rack of Steve McQueen to ogle my boots. And point. They weren't very subtle, which I LOVED!
And the boots were puurfect in the fields outside the castle.
Squawk!!
One-Very-Happy-Crow
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