The words every woman longs to hear: Gramercy Tavern at 7:15? Sound good? Uh, that sounds GREAT. I'm in this groove lately where everything's out of the blue, but I've been spoiled absolutely fucking rotten so it's a good blue. Maybe even my favorite shade. For instance, I had every expectation that I'd work late tonight, but instead I knocked off at 7 and ate cheese and chocolate (random fact #8: I like taking pictures of food if it appears especially delectable) and talked about a million pleasant things; I wish I could remember that line about the bullet train from Tokyo to Kyoto: was it "It breaks your heart to be encased in such perfection"? Tomorrow evening, I've got a country house invitation pending if I get up by 8 [crickets] and meet my deadlines. Next up: two events (one, two) next week in New York. Right this second: this remix of Feist is killing me.
If you're in NYC this weekend, stop by Lux Lotus ultrafave (possibly the most perfect boutique on Earth) Project No. 8 for a summer sale: