Dear Oprah,
Hey girl, awesome first show. Remember Sex and The City? I know, who can forget. Well, tonight I lived a little of it.
Here goes...
Balmy night, compliments from God.
Gorgeous dress, compliments from a great boy.
Fabulous accessories, compliments from my sister.
Unbelievable shoes that carried me 15 city blocks in a confident stride without a trip or blister, compliments from Seychelles.
Super fab playlist on my iPod mini, compliments from Yoga teachers around the city, mini from my other fantastic sister.
Remarkable girl waiting for me at a ridiculous restaurant in Santa Monica, compliments from Molly.
Deep breath and large smile with great swagger and happy heart, compliments from my dad.
Memories,
Laughter,
sumptuous food,
great wine,
tuck hair behind ears,
laugh more,
spill great wine on friend,
share sad story about being home,
split food...much nicer than ordering whole meal for oneself.
Indulge in flourless chocolate cake and forget to do the math in calories.
I feel good, alive, happy, complete, content, filled...
love, compliments from....
life.
I'm so grateful.
I remember that show and how I felt when I watched it. So sad, so happy, so full of life.
I feel so darn special.
And it's complimentary.