1. Sleep
2. Clean
3. Rinse and repeat
Here's what I actually accomplished: sleep, watch 7 consecutive hours of the ID channel (Dateline lover's dream), almost pass out in the bathroom from the wicked second hand maryjane smoke wafting up from the downstairs neighbors, hit the jackpot at the local flea market and SEE TORI SPELLING.
Yes, friends, I saw Tori Spelling. Up close. And Liam, Stella, Patsy and James. *dies*
As a former diehard lover of the original 90210 (I answered and immediately clicked if you dared call during that sacred weekly hour), and a fan of Tori and Dean's reality show this made my day. There we were looking for parking at the flea market.
Me: 'Hey that looks like Tori Spelling.'
Chef: 'I think there's one over there.'
Me: 'Hey! That IS Tori Spelling!!' *bangs on insides of vehicle window as we drive by*
Chef: 'Hey yeah, it is her.'
Me: 'There's Patsy OMG Liam and Stella back this thing up!!!'
Chef: 'You sure about that?' *eyebrows raised and slanted grin* He knows me so well.
Me: 'I love her. Man I love her show. She is so balls out. Did you see that little Liam? Yes I'm sure back this thing up. No don't. These people deserve privacy. Do you think she'll tell me to frig off if I just wheel by and say hi? I can't do that. Douchey move. Seriously dude who am I right now?'
Chef: 'I don't know, but it's kind of hilarious.'
Me: 'Forget it. I think they're leaving and I don't want to bug them. Do you think I should? No. Don't answer that. Let's go find some goodies.'
Whispers to self: 'Dude. I just saw Donna Martin,' whilst wandering aimlessly toward aisles of jackpot.
Thirty minutes later, up to my elbows in artifacts, bobbleheads and one of a kind vintage finds, I realize she is standing right.next.to.me.
Do I scream, "I love you for fearlessly having children in your 30's and living your own life!!'
Do I shamelessly fling myself at her, administering a hug?? (seriously considered both of these options)
No I do not (this is what we here at the bird refer to as 'the self-control'). Instead I silently side eye her antiquing prowess while her children taunt each other and have a mini slapping match right in front of me. So normal, right?! So me and my brother back in the day, anyway.
Observation: that woman knows her used treasures.
And I'm a freak, although not a completely intrusive one. I let myself have 2 minutes and then wandered off into a sea of good finds. Tell you about that part later.
Donna Martin lives! And she's superbly boho, too. Snapped this from waaaaaay across the parking lot when I thought she was leaving. No kids. That's just too much.
Epic moment.
Conquering the Flea Market , Donna Martin Rules , Tori Spelling
