today started the way all sundays should, with coffee and the paper and a phone call with a faraway friend. it was followed with a thick slice of banana french toast and pile of apple-smoked bacon, saturated photographs and a bubble wrap airplane and, naturally, a good dose of girltalk.
just as i was lamenting to lisaann that i never see anyone famous, i glanced out my window and saw matthew mcconaughey wearing a baseball cap and 12 o’clock shadow, passing through the hipster crowd on melrose.
oh, los angeles. celebrity sightings and dirty air and bad radio. but where was the sun? i waited for you all day long but you never came out.
the key to a BitCHiN’ SuMMeR(sic.), i decided, is to pretend like you’re on vacation even if you’re not.
i am going to make little escapes, day trips and long weekends, whenever and wherever i can (is your town worth visiting? let me know). i am going to host crafty afternoons and serve lemonade on the patio. i am going to laze about in my pajamas all day long, reading and writing and watching really bad tv. i am going to meet friends for brunch and go shopping and have cocktails with paper umbrellas. i am going to send you postcards and sign them wish you were here x o x o christine.