Picture this.. me, nearly 100 years ago... I was taking classes at the best community college in the world. I had a bitchin beach bungalow, single- but hangin' with a groovy guy or two, a skinny body, and a job in a boutique that I adored. I was really enjoying life.
In one of my classes I was always chatting with this girl who sat behind me, rolling our eyes at all the idiots around us. One day, my jeans ripped right at the seat of my pants. As I sat down, I felt the cold of the chair and knew it was going to be a problem to get out of that classroom. I turned around to this friendly face, and said.. " I need you to walk me to my car." We walked to the car together, her kindly and discreetly walking behind my bare bum. We discovered we had the same interests, love of art and music,, and the same passion for decadence and the pursuit of all things pleasurable. Match made in heaven, or hell if you consider the trouble we got into together. We promptly exchanged phone numbers and the rest is history. She has been one of my favorite people since that day. This girl was my partner in my crime. Lots of crime! We embarked on countless road trips to Mexico for all kinds of fun and trouble.
So much has happened since then. There have been some high highs and some low lows. But Angela and I still laugh in the same way. That belly laugh that hurts!. I spent some time with this "old so and so" in LA and I am so glad I did. A beautiful and talented girl, inside and out. The future looks bright!