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happy new year from echo park to wherever you are

Chanel purses were lost and found. Stairs were fallen up and down. Spike heels stabbed bare feet. Outfits required black marker pen, double-stick tape and a bucketload of prayers to be decent. Blondes wrestled. Love percentages were calculated. Hairdos got so big that they had their own entourages. Arse-kickings were threatened. The inability to ride a scooter was lamented in broken Spanish. Pomeranians got sleep deprived and cranky. Random neighbours turned up at our door. The Baron returned from the High Desert. Happy New Year.

(Note: I did none of the above. I just danced ’til my ankles ached, drank nothing, then rearranged my furniture before a New Year’s Sunset stroll. Sally Fay says my new room configuration gets 3 percent of her love.)

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