and an extra bonus for me is that I’ll be able to wear it a million times and just change the accessories.
a complete and utter anxiety attack with everyone staring at you…..
yeahhhhh…..
And apparently all of the owners of antique convertibles are very, very old themselves.
The first car, there was a death in the family and they are scattering ashes the weekend of June 7th. Then we finally found a second car, and last week the owners wife fell and broke her hip so they can’t drive the car to Atlanta anymore.
I told Kip that at this point, I am hopping on his back and we are just waving goodbye as we run down the driveway of the club to the hotel.