we escaped

we escaped

just you and I

images from my new obsesh :: www.morningpasages.com

An except from my private journal of prose:

I walked through a white window. And came out black. I walked through a black door and now stand pale gray. Wring me out. Lay me to dry somewhere warm. Let me absorb the blue sky. Drink the green sea. Rub against a red bird. Maybe then I will be infinitely expansive. And fly...

 We had a great weekend on the water at Lake Havasu. I had heard to many rumors of crazy debauchery filled with titty tassels and old leathery men in tank tops, I wasn't sure what to expect. All I knew is that I was on the cool kids boat, and even if people were getting creepy we could jet out and find a small cove to rock in. Maybe it was the weekend we went, it was Mother's Day. The craziest incident was a magic man trapping himself under water in cement locks... I never did see him escape. We got to see a few too small for their beer bodies bikini's, and some tan "lake people" but nothing that took away from a mojito going down smooth at the Naked Turtle Beach Bar. I love a lake. I love a cooler, good music, and some water to dip my toes in. Oh and my boat name is "Bitch Please." Like literally the name of the purple boat I would have if I lived lakeside.

Because all you really want is the pictures ..

My favorite vendors: Click Box Studios ( pictured above ) and A Pinch of Spirit for their red velvet cake ( above) and champagne they shared with me in the back. You saved my wedding salon life with that bubbly.