Last night, Ned and I got up with Dick Whitman in Winston-Salem. I have no idea what we're discussing here but I guarantee you it was deep.
We went to Single Brothers, which is this small cool place that makes fancy mixed drinks. Last night their special was muddled strawberries with vodka and just a little ginger ale. Ned had beer.
Dick Whitman had something with gin and sugar involved. He likes him a sweet drink, like mint juleps or, you know, gin and sugar.
Again, definitely a deep moment. Probably geography or the state of the nation being discussed. Or the smallness of my hair.
Today Ima get up with (who needs to get over that phrase?) my friend The Other June, as we are having a Queen's Tea at a, you know, tea shop. I do not know what a Queen's Tea involves. Perhaps we have to sing a lot of showtunes. The point is, The Other June came to my birthday party, but other than that, the last time I saw her was the night before my first date with Ned.
Since then I have been annoyingly occupied, I guess. I became one of THOSE women.
After, I'll walk the curs and then see Ned again tonight. Tomorrow afternoon we're going to brunch at my friend Marty Martin's house, where the four of us (not that Marty Martin is two people. His girlfriend will also be there. Smarty pants.) are going to eat brunch and watch Grey Gardens. I have to bring petits fours or scones, and I'd just like you to TRY to find petits fours in this one-fucking-horse town.
Sometimes I miss LA.
So that sums up my weekend. What are you up to? Tell me everything. Every disgusting detail. Make it dirty.
Love,
June
