Aspen is good for the soul, the hair and the loins
Oh what an amazing week. The owner and I trekked up to Aspen for some skiing and gluttony with friends and family. It was a totally beautiful time. Lindsey Lohan and her boy/manfriend stopped by. I was so excited I almost pooped myself! In fact I did poop myself. How many pomeranians can say they've pooped in front of Lindsey Lohan? Not a lot, that's for damn sure!
The slopes were beautiful...of course I didn't go outside (my delicate paws make skiing nearly impossible although I have an adorable pair of BCBG ski boots that I NEVER get to wear) but the view from the suite was quite nice. Nothing quite like being able to enjoy the sloping mountain scenery while lapping Cristal from a herringbone dish while a smarmy masseuse rubs you down with hot oils. Bliss...bliss...
Of course Thanksgiving itself was a total nightmare. The owner's family came out to Aspen from Ohio bringing their backwoods, hillbilly sensibilities with them. *sigh* Aunt Marnie brought a photo album full of grisly photos of her gastric bypass surgery. Not as bizarre as Carnie Wilson in Playboy...but certainly horrible. By the end of the dinner I'd counted 6 references to Gretchen Wilson, 4 seperate discussions of the Camaro T-top versus the convertable, 7 overt testicle-scratches and 3 racial slurs. All in all it was both enlightening and engaging.
Now all is back to normal in Beverly Hills. The owner and I were lazing about Rodeo Drive today (I was in my Chanel carrier...not the most comfortable but undoubtedly my favorite) and were accosted by what we thought was a homeless person begging for money. It turned out only to be Nick Nolte but for god's sake, put some pants on!
*sigh* only in Hollywood...
xOxOx,
Pookie Loo <3
The slopes were beautiful...of course I didn't go outside (my delicate paws make skiing nearly impossible although I have an adorable pair of BCBG ski boots that I NEVER get to wear) but the view from the suite was quite nice. Nothing quite like being able to enjoy the sloping mountain scenery while lapping Cristal from a herringbone dish while a smarmy masseuse rubs you down with hot oils. Bliss...bliss...
Of course Thanksgiving itself was a total nightmare. The owner's family came out to Aspen from Ohio bringing their backwoods, hillbilly sensibilities with them. *sigh* Aunt Marnie brought a photo album full of grisly photos of her gastric bypass surgery. Not as bizarre as Carnie Wilson in Playboy...but certainly horrible. By the end of the dinner I'd counted 6 references to Gretchen Wilson, 4 seperate discussions of the Camaro T-top versus the convertable, 7 overt testicle-scratches and 3 racial slurs. All in all it was both enlightening and engaging.
Now all is back to normal in Beverly Hills. The owner and I were lazing about Rodeo Drive today (I was in my Chanel carrier...not the most comfortable but undoubtedly my favorite) and were accosted by what we thought was a homeless person begging for money. It turned out only to be Nick Nolte but for god's sake, put some pants on!
*sigh* only in Hollywood...
xOxOx,
Pookie Loo <3
posted by Pookie Loo | 11:05 PM
1 Comments:
Oh my God! I told Nolte to put them on. Such trash. I guess I shouldn't have given him that $10 for vodka. Oh well, live and learn.
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