I really wish that my primary profession was to be a muse…
“ Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish — a product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate who has found a way to live out where the real winds blow — to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky, and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested… Res ipsa loquitur. Let the good times roll.
— Hunter S. Thompson, Gonzo Papers Vol. 2: Generation of Swine: Tales of Shame and Degradation in the ’80s
I haven’t been updating this site much lately because I’m currently in the islands… Also because my laptop caught on fire. Seriously.
A handful of us woke up this morning at the Bassett household looking classy wearing the same thing we wore out to celebrate last night - a celebration which ended around 7am this morning in Lyford Cay. Between my wrinkled gown, the rum-dum-stained tuxedo jackets and the occasional glitter-drenched party hat, their security guard took one look at us, laughed and said “gooood staaht”. He definitely has point, and I’d have it no other way… Happy New Year!
Brb… Leaving the country.
Important items that I have packed thus far… Now I’m no party expert, but I’m willing to bet that this trip (to the islands) is going to be one for the books.
