The way you party is the way we preparty
What can I say, it was ledgen,... wait for it, hope you're not lactose intolerant because the second half of this word is; DAIRY!
Yesterday somehow turned our house into a mouldy catastrophe. I am not complaining though because it was fun and totally worth it. Although it could not have smelled worse this morning. Our "art" got legs, but came back safely. Discovered some of our furniture can break into multiple pieces. The ghost somehow locked the tripod-room and made it un-break-in-able, almost.. We now have fruit-loops EVERYWHERE. Ylva’s things did not go missing. We apparently have a Christmas tree.
Today we gathered our aching heads and bruised bodies to drive down in our rental and have brunch with the Chapala-Chicks. Pancakes have never tasted that good. Tonight we will go see Robert Pattingson in that vampire movie, hopefully as hot as the first.
Yesterday we started our day early by going shopping at the Camarillo outlet. We rented a car, in Linnea’s name since she is 21, but Erica who has more driving experience was driving. Since that is not really allowed we were freakishly paranoid when switching drivers. Could have sworn a white pick-up was following us out of the rental place and when we stopped, it stopped to. Therefore we had to shake this stalker off, a-la-bond. Think we did OK, but do you know how many white pick-ups there are on the streets of Santa Barbara? Maybe they are monitoring all foreigners who are fantasizing about kidnapping Paul Walker and keeping him in a garage.
/Maria
