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Life is good. And so was Thanksgiving. Full of very very successful twenty and thirty year-olds. Private islands and houses in Hawaii discussions. Also one beautiful man. Very beautiful. My god stop and remember to breathe beautiful. I want a Pan-like Inca Aztec for my very own. Too bad I also liked his girlfriend. So I went there was a pre-dinner where everyone got drunk, followed by whiskey and kahlua. Gorgeous house. HUGE art studio where I got to paint on a huge silk screen while someone stood on their head (yoga) behind me. Felt very "in movie sceneish" Met two Canadians. Liked one and thought "See Briel? You don't hate all Canadians." realized that one was not Canadian but Dutch. Still hate Canadians. Almost died chocolate truffle related death. Like dates. Will never understand how people can stand to drink wine with their meals. Am horribly uncultured and sleepy. Was very worried about encountering naked Ignacio (see god above). Worries/hopes almost came true. Saw half-naked Ignacio. Regretted his girlfriend and thirty two year old ness. I think we all know where I'll be next year.

PS. There were cats who loved me. A four-year old who loved me. (Despite the fact that her balding fourties father was slimy and overly touchy...(oh. to me not her). A one year-old who loved me. And a salamander.