At Elena’s

My company in the bedroom at Elena’s this weekend: the orange mannequin and the gorilla in the wheelchair. Never walked into the room once without starting at the mannequin, thinking it was someone sitting at the computer. We had fun last night, drinking Bubbly Bisons (prosecco + Zubrowka) and watching The Women, yakking and yukking. Miss Wendy is moving away to Mississippi and it’s the last chance we would all have to share such a night for a while, so it was a bittersweet. But we had some fantastic pizza and lots of fun. Plenty of puppytime, too, with the Steier pack.

Happy Anniversary, Elena and Rod! Good luck apartment hunting next week, Miss Wendy.  Now let’s see if that volcano will let me depart Monday (grrrr).

2 thoughts on “At Elena’s

  1. Don't know if I could sleep in the same room with a manniquin and stuffed gorilla. Brrrrr!!!Yeah so I'm easily spooked. Part of being born so close to the Feast of the Dead I guess.Sorry you must lose a friend, at least through distance. You'll always be close though. Your friends ARE for life!I, too, hope that volcano has been reduced to impotent huffing. Syrtur needs to be pacified.

  2. LOL — yes, it's a bit disturbing always at Elena's. Killer clowns, Michael Jackson dolls, and various spooky action figures. Not for the faint of heart!I'm on the phone now with the airline. Fingers still crossed…

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