Less Becomes The "New" More

. . . Cosmos & Cupcakes

This past week began in STYLE . . . . . . at the City Club with Josh Rogers.

Perhaps one of the most dashing eligible bachelors in Macon - Josh is a tall, handsome, brilliant, seersucker donning, beautifully blue-eyed darling. In fact, were I a selfish girl, I wouldn’t even introduce him to you at all . . . keeping him all to myself would suit me just fine.

Josh and I hadn’t seen each other in a while but, fortunately, time cannot erase the Gatsby - - esque - - capades that make up our history so it was almost as if not one single minute had passed. We immediately stole away on the Veranda to catch up.

I would later have a giggle as I listened to a very perplexed voicemail from my co-toaster, Terrell, inquiring why I left (as he mistakenly thought I had). But it was worth it. A “sport” like Josh somehow always manages to make you realize just how desperately unfortunate all those poor fools who’ve ever broken your heart were to have lost you . . . and any single girl needs a little of that from time to time.

So you can imagine how, after “Celebrity Bartenders” Mike Ford & Steve Jukes buy the lady a drink or two and tell her that her new haircut makes her look like a young Cybill Shepherd, she could walk out of there floating on a cloud. You can meet me at the City Club any old time.

And that is just what Leigh Loyd did on Friday.

I wore a vintage blushed pearl collar necklace and a pair of petal pink Manolos to meet Leigh at the City Club for the Sex & the City Movie Premiere pre-party where I started out with a Samantha (Kettle One - very dirty) and followed it up with a Charlotte (Cosmo – very pink).

Our next stop was Natalia’s where I had the best Appletini in Macon and Leigh had her personal signature cocktail - the White Russian. By 9:45 we were standing in line to see the movie that, in some ways, I have waited my entire life to see.

I was not one teensy bit disappointed. The cinematically gorgeous film took our favorite characters to emotional depths that the wittily narrated 30 minute episodes had never been able to. I laughed and cried . . . with them - and well into the next day. And I left with a poignant realization that bids me to pass along this bit of advice:

Don't ever let anything get bigger than "big." The most important part of any fairytale is not the Ball, or the Gown, or even that the man beside you into the sunset is a "prince." The important thing is to find love and a "happy ending" wherever they may be.

When I was a little girl, I used to imagine that one day a boy would love me SO MUCH that he would buy me a GIGANTIC stuffed animal. It was that simple. I never imagined that he would be rich or tall or blonde or brunette. And to this day, Love (and perhaps a very large bear or puppy dog) is all that I am really looking for.

Keep it simple. Ask for what you really want . . . then let that be "enough." And see everything else for what it really is - the icing on the cupcake.

aS

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