When I step on the scene, y'all know me.
I walk with a limp like an ole school pimp
Oh real, Oh Gee.
On the scale from kick-it to rager, I can't predict what's going to happen. I invited everyone, but reminded no one....
I'm hoping that 1-5 people from every casual group I encountered on this trip shows up to drink a beer or three. I went all out. There will be champagne in my mansion in Atherton, where garage sales translate to estate sales....
My tahoe group is coming, that's Sam, Isa and Casey PLUS Casey's little friend Denver. AND some of the Peet's crew, Enrique and his band....
Looks like I'll be in bad shape on the flight tomorrow. It's young love, baby.
Anyway. I'm packing up my room, hoping to see many friends tonight. Hoping Jim doesn't rip the rest of his hair out that a bunch of 20-30 year olds are going to RAGE his impeccable cottage of serentiy.
Oh and P.S. I've agreed quite enthusiastically to allow my new friends and lovers to cut off all my hair today. A drunk barista with a razor....some drunk friends and zero judgement. Haha! Say goodbye to it,
I'll take a pic the morning after. To illuminate the change. :)
And, as the theme of my summer so eloquently reminds us all....
To me! Cheers! Nazdrowie!
Impreza,
Olivia
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