Bettie Bookish

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Those of you who wait with tested patience for the irregular post from me on this blog will find it hilarious that one of my primary duties at Ye Olde Marketing Agency (YOMA) is overseeing the company blog.

I know.

You will also find it hilarious to know that each member of Team YOMA has to come up with a seminar presentation to give Area Businesspeople. Mine's going to be on blogging.

Ha.

Stop laughing.

It's funny because it's true

My trip to Florida was both wonderful and difficult. It was great to see my friends, and awful to realize - once again - just how much I miss them. And how unlikely it is that they'll be visiting me in New York any time soon.

It is what it is.

Smiley's baby shower was just lovely, and included the appearance of a full and total rainbow - visible end-to-end - arcing over the island where the party house is. I know that people took photos - how about someone send me one?

I stayed with my BFF(F!) Lolita. At the shower, we were sitting next to each other on the sofa, and I realized we were both wearing rather ordinary clothes - your basic shirts, pants, jeans sort of combo. But on our feet were leopard-print ballet flats (her) and red suede shoes with the most delicious ribbon trim (me).

Lolita: Look at our snappy shoes.
Me: You know, 10 years ago, we both would have been wearing vintage cocktail dresses to this shower.
Lolita: I know. I would have been all, "What is Bettie wearing? A poodle skirt and a feather boa? I'll wear a flamenco dancer's dress and silver platform pumps."
Me: And I'll wear a sequined Mardi Gras gown and a Crystal Gayle wig.
Lolita: And I'll wear a Native American headdress and a flapper costume.
Me: And I'll wear a bustier and snowshoes.
Lolita: And I'll wear a babydoll nightie and drywaller's stilts.

It went on from there.

I miss you, Lolita. Come visit.

I have a horrible feeling my seat will be next to theirs

I'm in the airport, getting reay to leave for five days of Florida-Brand Fun.

I love airports. I especially love how liberated some people feel when they're in an airport. People like this, who are about to join the mile high club before EVER LEAVING THE GROUND.