Got another fabulous hair cut from fancy ass Dwight last night. He's so good it hurts. Walked out looking fresh off the set of CQ and ready to divine something from my closet befitting a sushi groove meets rx gallery night mingling with rockstar djs. Oh my god, I'm thinking, who-am-I? Had to pull out the pink sparkly sjp-esque vandevorst heels and suffer through the night just because of the do. 1-2-3-4 saki's later I was doing fine, guess they aren't that hellish once you're under Onigoroshi's devil killer spell. Mira was stylishly adorable and I see why my hubby was raving on about her. And yes, today I had to hear how she speaks Bulgarian, Hebrew and English, cooks like her grandmother, loves to make dolma, and was recently studying to be a molecular biologist all but gave it up to be a rockstar. La la la she's fabulous — over achiever! Best part of the night was just being with my ever wondrous little sister. There's never enough time to hang together anymore, what with her saving the world one step at a time and me tethered to my darling little bean. Just driving around the loin was good fun let alone my impudent attitude toward the guest list mistress, combined with a toxic purple saki "pom pom" and a quick shimmie. Of course sassing what or whomever comes into our crosshairs never ceases to be a good time. Ah, we seem to be able to go there whether we're 25 or 35. It's refreshing. What's not refreshing is the axe chopping headache I woke up with. Damn Scarlett and her cancer sticks, but thanks for sharing.