Bound in pink glitter bric-a-brac, captive in this cab to JFK.
(That’s Aimee and Macky, dictating my “ransom” note into their sidekick).
Being returned on early Friday morning, after a little Fiesta, which they say “will be good for you, honey!”
Resistence is futile. Instead, I’m having a margarita and wearing too much lipgloss.
Try hard to hold out until Friday, okay?
xoxo I.S.
[GILLIAN MINITER - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]