If I stick to my desired rule of no more than two evenings out per week, I'm booked until Thanksgiving. That being said, I try to make an exception for seeing friends who have no connection to my work, and so took a very enjoyable trip to Midtown today for lunch with a very amiable, and dazzlingly brilliant Australian diplomat who calls Cipriani "Chip's," and amuses me to no end. "My boyfriend [our mutual friend] is going to accuse me of stealing his friends," he sighed. It's entirely the other way around. I also had the opportunity to tell him that our mutual friend is the happiest I've seen him in a decade, and that I credit him for the blossoming. He apologized for being sleepy at the impromptu dinner party we had at my place on Saturday night. "Darling, don't fret," I cooed sympathetically. "It was three in the morning."