Last night was my old friend Ravi's birthday. We have been pals for a long time. His friend offered up his luxurious pad in the Hills to host a last minute dance party. So Cynthia and I fetched some records and we drove up to the land of the rich. The view was insane! Imagine a panoramic sky view of the entire lit up city, pushed up beyond the deep backyard and palm trees. The 60's style home had an entire glass window back, and a full stacked bar. Which will later bring up a few regrets.
The decor was beyond minimal. I may have to apprentice under this guy and see how it is possible to have a shelf with NOTHING on it. I mean, it that possible? Where does the mail go?
After dancing til about 2:30, we all ended up in the jacuzzi. Not sure how I was coerced in there, but glad I was. That lasted til about 4. *Also not recommended, unless you want to feel flush and dizzy.
Considering I had stopped eating at about 1 p.m. earlier that day, I was ready for some bed. But no, party time Cynthia and birthday boy begged "more dance party"
this is where the party started. Do not judge us by this photo, if you were there, you too would have taken advantage of the hot tub on the hill dangling over the city scape. You may not have done high kicks in the water, (which I am forbidden from posting)
So then we all ended up on awesome patio furniture staring at the stars for some more hours. Enter the potato chips. At about 5:30, Fran begged us to leave, she had to wake up and cut someone's hair by 9 a.m. We crept down the Hollywood Hills toward home and ran into a few coyotes on the prowl. Did I mention that the sun was already coming up. Ouch, my head.
Georgie said I am grounded.