Last night, we all went to Nautika for their last weekend of the season and ate and drank copious amounts.
Gotta admit it was fun although I couldn’t wear my new suede pointy toe shoes because it was pouring rain. (Again, the best flat or high heel to wear with jeans is a pointy toe.) Instead I had to wear my purely functional and not terribly fashionable canvas slip-ons from Urban Outfitters.
It’s also a good thing I had a few cocktails because my brother Doug spent most of last night:
• telling anyone and everyone within ear shot that I’m 50 years old. Not that there’s anything wrong with being 50 (I swear!), but the fact is I am nowhere near there.
• taking random unflattering pix of me on his I-Phone and threatening to post them on his FB and Twitter
• telling the valet that I am his older sister
Maybe this is his way of trying to make sure I stay humble?