Guess who rolled into her hometown to surprise her Ma and Pa for Thanksgiving? Miss Lacey! I was the only person in Pennsylvania who knew, and I picked her up at the airport Thursday evening, with a bottle of champagne and Parliament Lights in tow. Obviously. From there, we drove to Somerset for the big moment. Her mom had a priceless look of shock and happiness on her face. One of the first things she said {I think} was, "Why didn't you tell me? I would have made food." Well, Ma that wasn't the idea! Then we headed for the shed, where her Pa was hanging. Pa Rayman: {insert a sort of scream} "Is this, like, an in and out kind of thing?" Lacey: "Dad, no! I'm here for 10 days!"

Drinking Blue Moon and Sam Adams Winter at Maggie Mae's.

This is my birthday gift from Miss Lacey. Yes, that is an Eazy-E tote bag from a vintage shop in Ocean Beach San Diego. This is unimaginable epic. Gimme that nut!

Popping the strawberry champagne for the four of us.

I finally had the chance to meet Lacey's cousin, Whitney. She rides horses, so I automatically love her.
Last drink at Maggie's was tequila shots. Why? Because we were heading to hip-hop night at a hotel in Somerset. Lacey warned me ahead of time that we were about to enter Wigga 101. She was spot on. I wish I took photographs of some of the events that took place in this establishment. But maybe it's better that I didn't. There was lots of dancing, lots of drinking, lots of wtf? moments. Oh, and the best and sweetest part of the night ~ Lacey's mom drove us and picked us up, so we "could get shitfaced." It was like high school all over again. And then we crawled into bed with Reggie, an amazing Ragdoll cat, who is like a giant, loving marshmallow of a creature. Heavenly.










