*The next few days were far less eventful than the first, but no less fun. And thank goodness. I don't know if the two of us could have handled another day as busy as our first. At least, not at our age. Let's just keep it real here.
Ouch, my head hurts. Yours, too? Pack up our little room. Have breakfast at the Cracked Egg. Go to the now dearly departed Liberace Museum. Really, really can't believe how bossy the older woman giving the tour is. Meet up with Jenner at the green shag palace. Depart for our new home, Palms Place. Check out our new one bedroom suite. Swoon. Home suite home. Kathleen: "I think this is how Jay-Z and Beyonce live." Immediately take my first of seven baths that overlook the strip. Think this might perhaps be heaven. Call Jenner and tell him he's got to see this place. Show off our new digs to the boy who is never impressed and much to our delight, discover he is indeed pretty impressed. Go to dinner at the Pink Taco. Realize this was a mistake and decide we never want to leave our new home again. Settle in on our new couch. Watch television. Fall asleep giggling, just like the old days.
Two words: Pool. Day. Literally, this entire day focused on hanging out at the pool, taking a quick (yet, oh so glamorous) drive to my doctor's, a snack stop at Golden Spoon, an amazing steak dinner at Simon and kicking back on the couch again with my sister/best friend/soul mate. It was perfect. Throw in a little girlie getting ready time and a cocktail or two and it was one of my favorite days, ever.
When it was finally time to say goodbye on Tuesday, it was just too soon. That's the thing about my friendship with Carina. It's been 27 years and, I can tell you, it hasn't been nearly long enough. Like so many of the memories we've collected since that first day on the beach in 1983, I will never forget these perfect few days filled with laughter.
C, you know you're family to me. I couldn't love you any more. Xoxo.
PS) I can't wait for our next weekend adventure!