The wedding was in the shadow of Mont Blanc, and the bride wore white fur. A friend from the National Opera of Wales entertained at the dinner for 70 in the Chamonix hotel, while outside the tourists with their rosy cheeks and ski boots clomped in and out of the cafes and fancy shops. The snow was early this year, and deep, and the ski towns of the Alps came alive with it.
Aspen, Gstaad, Cortina—they're all alike. People strapping things to their feet for a couple of hours a day and spending the rest polishing their images and sipping this or that in front of a fire. While all the people who take the snowbunnies up the hills and sell them things when they come down live for them and love them and loathe them all at once. It's the same in any tourist spot, but I prefer sea level and sand to altitude and ice.
Why I can't stop: Better her than me.
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This blog used to be called "Why I Can't Stop Smoking." Well, I did stop smoking. Now I need to stop drinking. The only thing is, every day there seems to be a reason why I can't just yet. It worked before, so—here goes! Today's reason
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- Claudia
- The sister of the President of the Garden Club, a former journalist (People, Life) and now vacation rental property manager on an island once known as Claudia's Island, Claudia has honed her bedmaking skills and seldom travels without a truckload of substandard chairs.
6 comments:
Sea Level BABY!!!!!
sea level is best but I am lost lately reading your blog because you never mention smoking or wanting to smoke and you may have screamed once before it is not to be taken so literally
it would have been nice to mention the bride puffing away before she got married or the groom nervously pacing with smoke wondering why he didn't put his foot down and got married at sea level.
I hate to let the cat out of the bag, but she's quit again.
Praise be to Buddha!
So when will Biff be honoring his vows in New York?
Not soon. Looks like Innsbruck and Kathmandhu this month. I believe they call it the honeymoon period.
Buddha is not a smoker so why are you praising him for this lapse in clear thinking on Claudia's part.
She needs to smoke some joss sticks soon
Dear Smoking Gun: It has to do with my friend, her ex-fiance Mr. Li.
He pray to Buddha in the joss house.
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