so yesterday my friend patty and i zoomed up to venice for one, last, summer hurrah.

patty’s warm weather getaways were nil this year, and a planned trip to nyc for hunkiest and me was axed at the eleventh hour, which left me with the rare predicament of my classes covered, and no dance floor for tail shaking. having already re-scheduled our day trip twice, when patty emailed asking for a play date, i pounced like a baby kitten on imported burmese catnip.

yes! let’s do it! i’m in! 

miss patty and i co-exist on an unnatural level of caffeine. when the aliens come we know we’ll be one of the first to be studied for our obscene espresso bean consumption. although orange county is getting better with its coffee providers, los angeles is still the best place without a passport to get our needed fix. intelligentsia is one of our favorites.

beloved by hipsters and celebrities {we spotted grey’s anatomy star kim raver ordering a drink to-go,} intelligentsia roasts and retails coffee beans that our 100% exclusive to intelligentsia. they work all year round, all over the world to source what they believe is the absolute best coffee. and after tasting their holdings, it’s hard to dispute their word.

it really is that good.

ever the fashionista, patty was pitch-perfect in her chic, 60’s mod skirt, strappy, tall sandals that she effortlessly glided around on like a ballerina {that girl can walk in some heels,} and a shindig around her neck that i couldn’t take me eyes off of.

patty was the epitome of venice vogue.

i, on the other hand, looked like a stodgy, loser guard on his break from buckingham palace.

my wool, bowler hat {perfect for 90 degree august weather} and starched, popped collar eventually got us bounced out of the ultra-cool, LA town.

sorry patty. your ivy-league wannabe, knee-sock wearing, “pahk the cahr”{even though i was born in california,} let’s do summer again in hyannisport {even though i’ve never actually been to hyannisport,} headband donning, want to name my first girl “muffie” {yes with an ‘ie”,”} who may take up drinking again because, in my opinion, a tumbler in one’s hand looks just as good as a string of pearls as far as accessories go-friend, can’t properly dress for coffee. 

yes, this preppy nerd completely embarrassed her with my daisy buchanan outfit.

earth to katie, this is not the east egg. 

settling into a nook under the ivy, me with my micro-lot of la perlita de oaxaca and a latté for miss patty, we then proceeded to gorge {me,} daintily eat {patty,} one of the best croissants {sorry paris} i’ve ever had. seriously i’m not being a hyperbolic hippo. it was so buttery and good i didn’t mind at all that i was breaking up my 12 days without dairy spell. 

maybe i was just jaded because of the conversation and company. patty is like wearing rose colored glasses for me. whenever i’m with patty it’s like space invaders with our quick speak and retort.

bam! bam! bam!

oh you want to be funny? i’ll see your funny, and i’ll raise you micro-lot flying out your nostrils. 

that’s pretty much how it went from the second i saddled into her passenger seat. and such a bonus: the woman drives; have we talked about what a terrible driver i am? and when she drives, she takes mad business calls where she becomes this grand marshal of the public relations parade. i felt like throwing roses at her float. such great fun. 

albeit too short, it was a much-needed getaway.

weekend happy to you m’loves. i will see you on the other side of  sunday.