It was a fun night out on the town this last Saturday as Brian and I celebrated Halloween at a Robertson St. club in WeHo called Pearl. For a guy who says he doesn't like Halloween, my hubby sure knows how to pick the costumes. This year he went as Magnum PI. He was a hit at the party. All the ladies and hmmm men wanted to rub their fingers through his chest of curly hair. I of course had to wear the purple wig, although, I think I am going to retire it. It had a good run. At the party we ran into all the presidents from Point Break (Regan, Nixon, etc), Bob's Big Boy, One Night Stand, a Star Wars Storm Trooper, Jennifer Gardner aka Alias, Indiana Jones, Marilyn Monroe (a lot of them), Sugar Daddy, Trophy Wife, Raggedy Ann, a bunch of slutty girls, a grandma, a pumpkin, a swat team member, a priest, and Sherlock Holmes. After taking a few spins on the dance floor and proving we still had the moves, Brian and I said our ado's and called it a year. See yah Halloween, in two years we shall meet again.
As a little girl I would look on my mom’s arm and wonder why she had such a weird mark near her shoulder. A few days ago, as the warm solution penetrated my bloodstream, I started to cry remembering my mom’s mark. The nurse asked me if I was okay and I told her I was so incredibly happy. As a diabetic I was stressed never knowing if I was doing enough to avoid it but also, keeping some semblance of life in doing outdoor things. I cried because I am incredibly grateful to the SCIENCE that made this possible in only a year. Less time for me to worry about my only kiddo should the worse happen. If ur on the fence...I’ve worked in entertainment for over 20 years and I’ve seen first hand how easy celebrities influence the public. Some do good and others well...I’m happy to have a little bit of the gracious Dolly Parton with me. Scientists on the other hand, very rarely get the recognition for their years of study, years of research and expertise contributing to (wo)mankind....
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