Love to love ya baby

So I think I just had one of the best weeks ever. It was going to be enough to see my Wilma and Andrew this weekend, but the out of nowhere there was a mad Russian lounging in the house. It was a super surprise. My pimp Daddy Matt snuck into my desert and no one told me. Too much fun an drink on Wednesday night lead to a long day of work on Thursday and a low key dinner in Palm Desert. Onto Friday night with my 3 SF BFF's coming to the house to dine on my Ashley's awesome South African chicken, and to meet my PS BFF, Joel as well as Ashley's (and now mine) friends Marc and Collin. A few drinks later I stumble into the kitchen to find a Pooh Bear getting ice from my refrigerator door. I screamed (as Matt would say) like a teenage middle eastern girl at a Michael Jackson concert. Yes ladies and gentlemen it was my Pooh Bear, Davey!!! Needless to say it was a very joyous night with lots of drinks and some great memories (can you remember Matt?) This weekend was almost too much. I mean I had just spent the weekend (White Party Weekend) before with Carda, Celina & Norma, Nanci, Mel & Katie, Christian & Sean , and Joel again. By the way, I attended my very first White Party Weekend event, T-dance. It was a blast. I could not stop telling myself today what an incredibly lucky man I am to have Andrew, Carda, Davey, Joel, Katie, Matt, Mel, and Wilma as friends and how much I love them (I guess they love me too with the surprises and all). I'm also blessed that I have such a great man in my life whom I adore and who adores my friends (I heart Ashley). I have to ask, does it get any better than this? In the words of the very wise and hip lady, Donna Summer, " I feel love, I feel love, I feel love..."