happy father's day.


so was yesterday a blast or what.
god.
okay, so birthday dinner was yesterday night and everything was really good, because we were all together having dinner for the first time in a long while.
yes for sentimentality; I'm allowed it because its my birthday week.

so the prep was the usual hit-and-run, because we were running really late and in the end GG, Kiz and I grabbed a cab to make the reservation time. Jen was out in the city already, Miki, Pam and Serena trained an hour late to get there.
but whatever about that.

GG allowed Pam to curl her hair and it was a blast.
damn that girl is pretty.
I hung around for 40 minutes waiting for Pam to do G's hair so she could fix my botched eye make-up. think shiny bronze eyeliner sloppily done on the right eye and randomly dotted on the left. I need new contacts.
dress was amazing, thanks again. god bless strapless bras and body tape.
and my aldo heels. oh yes. everyone needs aldo heels.
it was all good, but now I need a black trench.

then we got there, and I called my mother to get conf. conversation was such:

"Mom I need confirmation,"
"Okay,"
"Hey mom;"
"Yeah, what?"
"Can I have a drink?"
"One drink."
"Okay thanks,"
"Just one drink."
"Don't you trust me?"
"Eh. Yah. Okay. One"

its good to know my mother trusts me a little bit. its probably slightly misplaced, but I'm not going to be the one to tell her that.

had a margarita. good food. good conversation. good times.
I was afraid that Kiz wasn't having much fun though. sorry if you didn't fully enjoy yourself.
and Roz should have been there too. s'okay Roz. we're going on one of these weekdays for kim chi to celebrate hmm hmm hmm. good.

anyway, after dinner with the annoying melissa and her annoying face, we went to starbucks.
oh starbucks, the greatest place on the planet.
I tell the waitress, my name is Priya, P-R-I-Y-A.
I SPELT IT OUT FOR HER.
and guess how it turns out.
yes, really. and that sarha thing? that was supposed to be sarah. god bless.

haaaaaaaaaaah.

it was a great dinner.