The Urban Pixie is alone again after the abrupt, early a.m. departure of my dear Melisa & her new-to-me niece, Jenna, today. On this Memorial Day, I seek to celebrate my sensational, spirited sisters & salute the terrific triumvirate that we were this weekend. All of us “fucking artistes” in our own way, we laughed, cried, shared, shopped, sipped & spun fun as we took on the town. Any way we “look at it,” an enJOYable time was had by all!
When traveling two by two as we did last time my Melisa visited me, certain choices came with contention. Not huge fights by any means but a little edge appeared in us both when we’d address the simple “shop or plop?” question or ask the age old “what should we get for dinner?” The beauty of this trip’s three was that each member put the needs of the group whole above their own, rather than breaking off into “waring camps” of Mexican vs. Pizza. The important thing to note, of course, is that not just any three will do. Choose the right, racktacular six tits, though, & watch the magic happen.
Proof of evidence: The entire time Melisa & Jenna spent in the city, we were in the flow of divine timing. The trains came when we needed them, the bus pulled up as we hit the curb, the Latte cum bathroom need was met without effort & everything from nutty new shoes to beautiful Betsey Johnson belts appeared. Nothing we did was hard. (Ok, the trek through Times Square Saturday night was hell, but we set ourselves up for that one. Mission accomlished.) But carry this in your Pixie Pocket: when things don’t feel hard, you know the universe is giving you the green light, lovelies. Not that there aren’t things that take effort or require hard work (see Dr. A below) for a prime example. Just note that we can calibrate slightly & see things play out in front of us a lot less painfully.
My Seattle writing group, to which I remain oh-so so closely connected, is also a titular triangle as I may have mentioned earlier. Amy, Elisabeth & I buoy eachother’s boobs each Sunday over the phone & keep in constant communication through email during the wild weeks. Since our formation, we’ve all bloomed & blossomed more than I could have ever imagined. Elisabeth, the bOOb Lady, has long loved the power of three & seen potent, plentiful examples of its influence in her own life. But when we three set sail on our storied sojourn, sharing in this shape was a slight shift for me. In less than two years, we have each made incredible leaps in life & the proof is in the Pixie Dust. I am here in NYC, writing this & living my magical life full of love & light. Amy is whipping the second, spectacular draft of her memoir into edited elegance as well as prepping to make her workshop debut at an International conference later this summer. And Elisabeth is leading the way with her book release this fall & her interview with Good Morning America taped last Thursday here at ABC. More to come on that one, but clearly, big things happen when our six nipples click!
I know it’s not always possible to get that third set of tits, but I’d recommend trying. & generally, one should nix the mixed-sex set of three, work ones excluded of course. The love triangle is totally two tits too many!
Happy Memorial Day & start to a splendito summer, my sweets.
Yours, The Urban Pixie
p.s. Thanks to this fine city for putting your best self forward this weekend. We may just get Melisa to make the move!
p.p.s. Dr. Archibald reminded me that our time in Sydney (circa 1993-4) traveling with our beloved Brit Joanna, as “The Nannies” was actually my first triumphant titular triangle. There’s no need to wonder, it even works Down Under!
Oh lookie there, what a beautiful pair:
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