Recently I have been on an exotic food, wine, and culture tour in Italy and during this experience I was introduced as Lola (yes, the same as “whatever Lola wants, Lola gets”). No one on the tour (except my good friend) could remember my REAL name so there I was in this exotic foreign land with a cool name and possible new personality just waiting to be cultivated and possibly misused (which I sometimes like to do).
I am now back home in beautiful Northern California and my personality can resume back to its more normal prim and proper position…that of being the voluptuous Goddess that I
So, ciao Lola. I'll call you back when I need to once again dance with a rose between my teeth while squishing grapes that will be someone's table wine...but looking very cool with my Murano necklace and earrings while the grape juice seethes through my delicately painted toes. And bunions. And corns.