It has Wi-Fi. I can narrate the whole ride, INCLUDING THE IN-FLIGHT MOVIE. Just as long as my battery doesnât run ou
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Lynn: This is SO totally excellent, woman! Itâll be like you never left. And Iâm glad weâre keeping it between the sisterhood. There are certain things guys arenât biologically wired to understand. And thatâs cool. Weâre all just people.
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Fippy: Thanks for including me, Raise. This is so much fun! Iâm also glad itâs just us girls. There are certain things guys arenât wired to understand. Like how to be a good boyfriend and resist asking girls who look like Dylan the fake underwear model to back them up on the triangle for âBlack Christmas Totally Rocks.â He doesnât even really need someone to play the triangle. In fact, the triangle is so totally not rock ânâ roll.
Hey, Raise . . . I donât mean to bogart your space. Iâm just so totally over Roman. Iâm glad youâve decided to write. Word.
1:07 PM, PST
Sorry about my battery dying before. I hope you guys arenât too disappointed about missing my full play-by-play of the movie. If it makes you feel any better, you didnât miss much. A documentary about penguins standing still for six months straight is less exciting than you might have guessed.
AnywayâIâm here! Hello from the kumbaya capital of the world. Where underarm hair is worn with the pride normally reserved for the seasonâs most glamorous platform sandals and getting dressed to the nines means putting on a bra.
I forgot how much I like my dadâs apartment. My bedroom walls are painted purple and pink, and thereâs a bunk bed for when Lola and I are here at the same time. I sleep on top; she sleeps on the bottom. When we first started coming here after the divorce, it took a while for Lola to get used to sleeping in a âbig girlâs bed.â Sometimes she used to fall on the floor in the middle of the night. It never woke her up, though.
I miss that chubby little munchkin. I wish she was here to fall out of our bunk bed this week.
As soon as I shower, my father, the wonderful Peter Rodriguezâyoga instructor, sailboat renter, and close personal friend of Madonnaâis going to drive me over to Piaâs house to see her and Claudia.
Itâs nuttyâwhen he first picked me up from the airport, I didnât even recognize him. His beard was shaven off and he was driving a brand-new car. It looked just like the car in Herbie the Love Bug, only his is silver, with a convertible top. It was weird seeing him in a nice car, but I forgot to ask him about it because I got sidetracked by something he said.
âRaise, I know how excited you are to be here,â he began. We were driving down Highway 13. âBut just donât be too discouraged if you feel strange at first or if things with Pia and Claudia donât go right back to normal immediately. All that means is that youâre taking time to adjust. Okay, Swami?â
âOkay,â I said. But I was lying. There was nothing okay with what he said. All he did was start me worrying and realizing that things were already not back to normal. For instance, what was with the expensive car? The closest thing his old car ever had to a convertible roof was a passengerâs door that fell off unless it was held down with electrical tape. And the color? Sure, the old car was silver, but it was also gold, black, white, and every other color of the rainbow from all the cars that had sideswiped it in the tiny parking lot of his yoga studio, Chakra Center.
Seeing my dad without a beard and driving a fancy car was really weird. It was like seeing Jeremy without his freckles speaking in an inside voice. Or CJ without his eyelashes, speaking.
I just hope that my dadâs wrong and that thereâs nothing strange about seeing Pia and