You know those magical people you meet and immediately just know they are your new bestie forever? That's how I felt when I met Malayne. She throws an annual Kentucky Derby party for her closest friends each year in Beverly Hills and asked me about nine months ago if I would be her special guest. Yesterday was the big day after months of planning and it was a winner winner mint julip dinner of a party.
Humans ask all the time why I glisten, am pure white and fluffy all the time. I was born that way. All magical unicorns are. (Those party ponies masquerading as unicorns in some websites? Not real unicorns.) Our mystical fur repels earth's dirt.
However, it's still customary to pamper the unicorn before a party, in order to help them relax in body and mind before their big urban sojourn up the 405 the next day. So I jumped at the chance for my indulgent spa day in Newport Beach on Saturday, day before the big party: A sudsy lavender bubble bath, sea salt sage scrub on my pure white little hooves, baby face wash infused with fair-trade vanilla bean, a dry bar blow out for my long thick magical mane and tail. The best part of all is getting a kiss on the nose and then covered up with my toasty unicorn bathrobe while I sip moon juice and nibble on candy coated carrot slices. The latter is a great tip to boost hydration and calm pre-party day jitters.
Where is my horn? It's a Kentucky Derby party silly, they don't race unicorns In Louisville, Beverly Hills or even CandyLand. Unicorns don't race. We bask in folklore's most brightest spotlight. We can fly, prance a labyrinth, dance with forest fairies and make your wishes come true.. So my horn went invisible for this non-unicorn-themed event...but you still believe in unicorns don't you?
