it's been non stop these past few days at the restaurant. I'm pooped beyond belief, but still alive. My favorite southerners Dee and Darrell paid me another visit. I love those two. I've officially been announced as their 7th child. They say I oughta fly back with them to Alabama when I get the chance and go crazy at their flower farm. I have a feeling that'll come sooner then I think. and if not soon enough, they'd ship flowers from Alabama and back to me. Call me a lucky butt for meeting those two.
Finally a day off from Pasta, and I'm still working. Headed to the flower market this morning with Ashley, a sweet and spunky event planner I'll be working with in Sebastopol for tomorrow's style shoot at a newly renovated biergarten. It'll be a long lovely day ahead of us. And Glady, beautiful Glady. Nothing but amazing things about her, and the fact that I get to work with her tomorrow is going to be grand!
Ehhhh-X-ciiiited!
gulp.gulp.gulp.the flower babies are drinkin away.
gulp.gulp.gulp.the flower babies are drinkin away.
Off to hike it up with Brandon in the Berkeley hills and later some wonderful Chat Time! Oh how we've missed it so
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