Wednesday never felt so good, post-party fuzziness aside. Welcome to the rest of your life.
Bouchon turns X, TK turns some handsome, distinguished age; frivolity ensues.
For the celebration I wore this dress, but not these shoes:
No red Puma kicks, but red Miu Miu heels instead.
It's a standby get-up that is vaguely Candy-Striper-ish.
Nick's date said that I won the prize. Prize for what, I don't know. And for which contest?
When I got a refill of Schramsberg rose James started singing that bad Lady in Red song.
And later someone else said I looked "...super hot and troubled. Quite a combination."
And that is quite a statement.