The Beach Is For Pansies.
Friday, March 2, 2007 at 10:40AM So it's my friend Tina's 40th this year and we are celebrating in style. No, we're not headed for the white sand of Cozumel. And no, we will not be sipping mai tais in Jamaica. Instead, we are flying to the glacial 40 degree paradise that is Chicago. Because that is how we roll people. Nine women huddled in the corner of a random bar, doing shots of tequila to stay warm. I know you're jealous, but don't be a hater.
Truth be told, I couldn't be happier. Originally I had pictured a different trip. And that trip involved 20 pounds less of me. However, my diet of cupcakes and pasta is just not panning out. So I'm all over hiding my "curves" under the trenchcoat curtain. Bring it on...the gloves, the hats, the boots and scarves. I'm ready. Well, just as soon as I find ONE store in San Antonio that sells any of the above items. Any ideas?
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Well I am looking out the window right now watching the snow fall but it should stop by the time you arrive. Hopefully you won't have major airplane delays. Also, I think it's hilarious that you said "glacial 40 degree." 40 degrees feels tropical to us right about now!
Oh, and as for your warm clothing problem, even the Chicago stores don't have any left. It's all spring skirts and short sleeves now.