Just got back from Xanadu
- the gayest musical EVER
(and that's saying something) - with my girl friend Mary
, and then drinks (I had water, of course) at the Soho House with two of my favorite people in the world, Rachel
. Ran into a gorgeous guy I'd been out with a few times, but who I hadn't heard from in three weeks. Well, actually ... I didn't return his last email. So I guess the ball was in my court? The undercurrent of awkwardness was undeniable, and I was completely thrown off balance. Almost walked all the way home, but on second thought (as I was wearing 6 inch heels) took the L, ran into another friend, and spent the ride chatting. I love it when Manhattan starts to seem like a small town.
So a boy suggested that I post a photo of myself every night before bed, which seems on face like a sort of cool idea, although I'm notoriously unreliable, so I don't know about EVERY night. But I'll try it for a bit and see how I like it.
Lilly's curled up underneath the bear ... they made up.