We had the most hysterical, spontaneous, fun-filled weekend ever with the Faulkners. We met them for Santa Christmas photos, had Faulkner family tradition lunch at Maggiano's, popped into the Ritz bar for a glass of champagne, and another, and another, and then decided to just STAY THERE. This involved a Walmart run on the Ritz shuttle to buy bathing suits, some major pool time, and massive jumping-on-bed parties in our adjoining king bed rooms. Inspired. Hysterical. The very very very best way to get into the Christmas spirit.
Not to mention, the Carrington-Cabel-Harper bond continues to make my heart explode at every turn. As you can see, Carrington is working hard to corner the market. And may be succeeding.