Yesterday was a tremendously emotional day. Roller coaster. Because, bidding on house: There is a small child in me that pulls all the toys into her lap, where she clutches them, saying, “Maybe I don’t want your stupid house! Stop tryin to take my money! No, wait! I love your house! Here, take all my money, just please let me play!”
We decided we needed a night out.
TO DRINK. ALAWT.
A night downtown? Yes, please.
Oh, we don’t need a cab? You’ll pick us up and drop us off?
Did downtown with Mr. Hill et al.
Did the hugging.
Did some sushi.
Did a lot of martinis. Sex on the Avenue.
(Fun to tell people you had Sex on the Avenue three times last night.)
Did some Matilda.
Did the best bread pudding in the world, with a few nibbles of chocolate layer cake.
Did sitting in the doorway of the 28th floor balcony.
Did smiling and laughing the most.