Dear Moye, et al,
It’s so nice to hear about your wonderful holiday party. Thank you for giving us a rundown of the festivities. It’s always such a treat to hear about parties in the first person and second hand! It reminds me of that high school trip to Hawaii that I didn’t get to attend in 9th grade. The one where my classmates returned and began every sentence with, “Oh my God, wasn’t that funny when…?”
Here’s what I was doing last night (in Los Angeles, I might add) while you were dancing the night away. After dialoguing with the 16-year-old cat about his inability to take a shit without tracking it in the house, the boyfriend and I ate some curry and listened to Nancy Wilson. Then, upon learning that the boyfriend’s brother is getting married at the very upscale Ventana Inn in Big Sur in June (where rooms start at $500 a night, two night minimum), my boyfriend and I almost came to blows because I absolutely insisted that the brother of the groom should not be staying at the campsite down the hill where they’ll upgrade you to a yurt for $50. Besides, when it comes to dressing for weddings, I don’t “do yurts.” Thankfully, I won that argument. Then, I did a load of laundry (whites), took a Xanax, and went to bed.
But it sounds like you had a great time. Happy holidays!
– Ray Cochran
(Photo: a yurt)