Well, whaddaya know, the "eleven things I want on a Saturday night" are the same exact ones I was daydreaming about two weeks ago.. I just came back from perfect early cocktails at Good World with friends who were off to the Lit Crawl, and begged off on account of the fact that I'm so enamored of my new bed I can hardly stand to leave it and what could be lovelier on a rainy night in New York? At the moment, nothing could be more alluring than a cup of tea, a good story or two, and perhaps a little midnight poetry: Pray/Let us be happy without being good...
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