Scenes from the Wong Gonzalez friends and family opening night where I enjoyed a very ginny cocktail and some delicious food. And above, a photo I posted with the following caption: Fun fact: I’ve had one of these Tootsie Roll pop wrappers folded up in my wallet for the last 10 years. Why? That Indian shooting a bow and arrow… View Post
Car rides are like creepy milestones that occupy way too much of my memory bank. First dates, first fights, first kisses, first breakups, first breakthroughs. I think we take for granted that as we get older, it becomes much less likely that we’ll spend time riding in a car with someone we don’t know very well. Seriously. It’s bizarre. But… View Post
Listen as your read, s.v.p. Oh, Atlas could not understand; The world was so much smaller than The one he used to hold before. But the weight, it brought him to the floor. Where were you on September 5, 2015? It was Labor Day weekend; a Saturday. Were you at the beach? With family? Your husband, your children? What small… View Post
Took this witchy number out for a spin recently. I’d have more to say about that, but looking back I think it was the night I had two too many glasses of champagne, hopped on my broom, and ended up melodramatically crying about something and wiping my boogers all over C’s couch. Poor guy. [A glass of Pierre Paillard.] BTW… View Post
Another week, another fantastic live performance in one of my favorite venues, Strange Matter. C and I had a bourbon, some grub, then strolled down a few blocks to hear some truly phenomenal tunes—like, super up close and personal. One of those nights that make the place you live feel bigger and newer than ever. If you haven’t checked out… View Post