Last night, in New York City, I went to a party on 14th Street at the Design Within Reach Store.
Then I went with Joe and Aaron to Rawhide because we were in a mood for some raunch dressing. Later, at GymBar, we met this guy whose name escaped me while he showed me his collection of me-with-celebrity photos kept on his camera.
(I made one of him with Joe but it is not pretty.)
Today I woke up with a cold. I rummaged about until I found something C had stuffed in my Christmas stocking.
I've been rubbing it on my chest like a mad thing. There's no food in the house and it will be hours before C comes through the door. Camille is not happy about being forced to suffer unattended and with no audience.