Today I went back to yoga, and embraced my mellow mode and went to meet a friend for coffee in a look that I would describe as conspiciously unglamorous, no make-up, capped with a poncho an old flame brought back for me from Peru, and I thought, maybe I'm reverting to a former self. I then walked up to SoHo to see friends at an art opening –– and I kept thinking I should put on some lipstick, especially when the photographer came around, but I couldn't be bothered –– and then across the street to a bar where I ran into another old friend, who got me a drink and was talking over the din and I was just thinking about how nice it was to watch him speak, until I realized that wasn't the point. "You know I can't hear you over the music," I mouthed. He leaned in. ...Fancy places. We should really go to one. Ah, yes; I hear you now.