The Fantabulous Life of Miss Mary Anne

Claire (my sister) and I drive out to the suburban maze of hellish sameness that is Fairfax County pretty much every Sunday in order to have dinner with our parents.

Of course, having the long weekend, I forgot tomorrow was Sunday. I hope they’re not expecting us to show up in time for church (stupid Easter). I have dinner and dancing plans tonight. (Tabaq followed with dancing at the Bliss Dance party at Black Cat.) Claire and I usually drag our hung-over selves over to Kramer’s Books for Sunday Brunch. You can’t beat the Mimosa and Salmon and Bagel Platter.

Of course, Mom probably has Easter baskets for us. Who cares that I’m in my late 20s and Claire just turned 30. Luckily, Mom has fantastic tastes in chocolate.