C'est Superbon (Weekend Highlights)

Friday night, I worked late and didn't have much in the way of plans and then Mike Daisey emailed me to say that he had a show at the Public Theater and did I want to go? (Yes, I understand that I lead a charmed life) And I said, sure, and I'm glad I did, because it was marvelous. Definitely check him out. Saturday morning, I got my hair cut at the Hotel Chelsea by Gerald DeCock (who is a god, btw, and who you should definitely go to if you like people stopping you on the street to tell you you're gorgeous and your hair is exquisite, and honestly, who doesn't enjoy that?). He reminded me to go see Sleepwalkers because he did the hair for it, natch, and also he just did a spread for Vice with Richard Kern. Brilliant. Then I went to brunch at Artisanal with everyone's favorite bond trader and let me just say -- even if it's a good cause for celebration, don't think for a moment that splitting a bottle of wine at breakfast won't change your plans for the rest of the day (e.g. a bit later on, showed Bryan the new bracelet I just splurged on, and he said, "ah yes... shiny). Hmmm... more highlights: running out for brunch this morning and getting to my usual spot Good World and noticing you know, the fire trucks and the water spilling down the block from the building next door, and finding out that a water main broke and it was quite in danger of collapse and asking, "Yes, but next door right? Not this building? Well I'll have a large cafe au lait then, to start, please." Just returned from a lovely walk in the softly falling snow home from a perfect dinner that was the icing on a perfect weekend, and before you hear it somewhere else: yes, it's true: I've changed my theme song from "Poppin' My Collar" to "Strange Desire." (Although: I also can't get enough of the Raveonettes' "Love in a Trash Can," which Evi totes got me hooked on; video pictured above). At least for the moment, and as usual, it's just another New York story...