While I was sleeping, the beans went for a ride this morning with Super Nanny and Phil.  He took these sweet photos of our sweet beans.  I am now off to run errands.  Tonight we’re going to a cocktail party at a country club.  I imagine many of the women will be in skirt suits with colorful BIG jewelry.  Dresses.  Fashion.  Surprisingly, the women here really can dress when they set their minds to it.  When we first moved here, I was kinda shocked.  I’d been so naive, and thought people didn’t really know how to dress outside New York and California.  I was an idiot.  What do you want?  I was invited to an Anthony Nak sample sale.  In New York, you go to a sample sale in any old thing, during your lunch hour or something.  So I showed up in jeans, remnants of mascara, hair in a bun, only to arrive to valet parking (at someone’s house mind you), a staff welcoming you inside and offering you white wine or pellegrino, and a kingdom of women dressed to the tens.  I haven’t been shopping in ages, and I’m really hoping to find something hip and girly to wear tonight.  Perhaps there’ll even be time for a blowout!  Oh, how I love being a girl.  "Cocktail party attire" the invite says… martini bar… sushi… there is no better hour in the world than cocktail hour.  Not even happy hour!  And a whole party just for finger foods and adult beverages, well, I’m just glad I slept in this morning.