There are days like today where I get high and lay in bed naked for two to five hours. And there’s days where I actually do things and actually go places.

The other day was of the fun and magical variety.

Why?

We were in the Hamptons.
(The absolute best place to be when weather is even a little bit nice out)

And this was a minimum amount of nice

(Exhibit A)

It was even slightly raining for parts of the day and it didnt stop us from drinking wine & cider and going to the Barney’s Outlet (where I got the cutest Givenchy sandals.)

But wandering around and adventuring is my favorite thing to do.
Especially, if the weather is nice. I love it. I love everything.

Half way through the trip I stopped in Farmingdale to drop off Jeanine.

And what happened in Farmingdale?

I ate wayyyyyy too much food..

( We went to Vespa which is like my favorite place in the world.)
(Ever since Linda passed away I barely get a decent Italian meal.)

(Fried Mozzarella with pesto, Eggplant Rollatini, & Mussles in Di Avola sauce.)
(Also I am sorry if I spell e v e r y t h i n g wrong but I often times do not spell check and I am also pretttttyyyyyy high.)

Anyways…

Aside from living my best life I fell in love with our gay waiter.
Ugh he was so gorgeous and his hair was more perfect than anything I had ever seen before.
He was a masterpiece.

FOR ONCE I got dessert at a restaurant which is my favorite thing in he world.

I usually do not end up getting dessert because of the amount of appetizers I order.
But this time I went light on the appetizers so I could have my moment of glory.
Hot fudge brownie with a scoop of vanilla ice Cream and Capuccino.

I know it is of the most basic of desserts.

But there’s nothing wrong with going back to the basics.

Every once in a while we all get a French manicure.

Then to top off my weekend:

I get a voicemail from my “Aunt” although after the hell she’s put me through the past 8 months she’s just my unlce’s wife (Dad’s Brother’s wife).

Background: My uncle had texted me earlier saying that he was moving to Florida.

And she literally leaves me the craziest voicemail I’ve ever heard.

Dear god,

Why are the only people who drunk call/text me are my relatives trying to bully me? Is it because I use a lowercase “g” to spell your name?

It doesn’t bother me as much as I thought it would.

It’s such a disappointing situation but my energy is really shifting and I just feel like I’m finally coming into my own. Delusional doesn’t bother me. I’m disappointed because I feel like my dad would be disappointed.

Water under the bridge I suppose.

I don’t need that heavy vibe in my universe.