When I grow up…

I want to throw a party like that lady in Chicago. Not exactly like hers, but with the level of class and extravagance. I want to invite all of the people I admire and just bestow adoration upon them. And just enjoy the fact that they have made it and I have made it and we are all just fabulous.

Have lunch and a ball and a brunch and pose for a beautiful professional photograph. Of course my legends wouldn’t all be people that are really well known. Actually, most of em would be teachers and neighbors and friends. The friends who supported me and tolerated me and really came through when I didn’t expect it. It would still be fabulous, and I’d have to give out something else besides the diamond jewelry, because that’s been done already. LOL. But I wouldn’t mind using the Bacara, though, or the Biltmore in Colorado, or the Breakers in Palm Springs, or that pink hotel in St. Pete’s.

After the incident yesterday, I’ll probably be out shopping for another doctor soon. The thing is that when I first started seeing this doctor, she was establishing her practice. Everything was so nice. Now that everybody and their mother has found out how good a doctor she is, service has gone down the crapper. Maybe I can find another great doctor who is just setting up practice and hope that the other patients keep their mouths shut. Just kidding. Not really.