Fabulous weekend. Love it when that happens. Saturday night I met up with E,R and A at Trader Vic’s for dinner and cocktails before heading to a fashion show.

Trader Vic’s was… “eh”. I wasn’t really impressed with anything actually. Oh wait, that’s not true. My mojito was really delish. E nailed it when she said she felt like we were on a cruise. I think the majority of the people there remember the original Trader Joe’s from the 40s and used to hang out there when they were in their 30s. Lots of blue hair and tropical printed blazers.

We headed over to the show and grabbed some cocktails.

 If I was this excited at some little rinky dink show in Bellevue, WA I think I would pee in my pants at Fashion Week in NYC. Note to self: Try to get to Fashion Week in NYC. We whispered back and forth to each other as each model walked by, commenting on what we liked, what we hated, etc. There was “oohing” and “ahhing” amongst the girls about these two male twins but I just wasn’t feeling it. They looked like douchebags. Make that Douchebags with a capital D. You know their favorite movie is “Dude, Where’s My Car?” and they had that look on their faces. You know the look. The male model look. The “I-can’t-figure-out-if-I’m-hungry-or have-to-take-a-crap” look. Only it’s worse because they’re concentrating really hard on having that look. I obviously have spent way too much time thinking about this.

After the show, it came up that it would be fun to walk on the runway. I swished up to the security guard and asked as politely as I could if we could take some pictures on the runway. “Five Minutes” he said. I squealed and when to get the girls. We then proceeded to have our own fashion show. Witness. Oh and I now know why models/actresses weigh as much as a 5th grade boy. I could see it being VERY easy to get scary thin. Especially after viewing this picture where I look like I frequent all you can eat buffets.

Anyway, it was a stellar night spent with really fun girls. Cheers to my favorite runway bitches.

Speaking of runways though…America’s Next Top Model makes me feel 80 years old. They’re all 14 and rail thin. I do love Anchal. She literally is so pretty it hurts. I would love it if she won. To be continued though…she could get ugly really fast if she sucks.

Sunday we packed up the wee ones and went to the Zoo. A totally spontaneous thing, which usually blows up in our faces, turned out to be downright delightful. Truly. Rah rah Team Provost. You make me so proud.

The deliciousness of this weekend ran over into today. I had yoga this morning and this afternoon we were supposed to meet friends at a park but I ended up not being able to find it so we went to our old standby, Pine Lake Park. Per usual, the kids immediately ditched the playground to go play by the lake and on the pier.  It was a gorgeous day and may be the last of its kind so I took off their clothes and let them go hog wild. They loved it. There was much splashing, squealing and duck chasing. Ever since the duck grabbing incident of 2004, Hadley is convinced she can catch another one. She almost did.

And finally, I will leave you with my favorite picture of late. My darling son sporting his sister’s swimsuit OVER his clothes. He wore it for most of the day last week. Awesome.