Wednesday, August 5, 2009


So it was restaurant week. Once again the food was alright, but that's not the point.
The point is my fabulous ladies.
My fabulous ladies from forever ago all met at Butter because blahblahblahsomethingaboutgossipgirlblahblahblah and they had vegetarian options for the vegetarians and kosher of us. New York is, after all, a mish mosh of people too.
Afterwards it was a bit rainy (CHECK OUT MY BALLER ALEXANDRE HERCHOVITCH RAIN BOOTS, BIATCH!) and we had fun playing around the Astor Square cube. I love these ladies, they have my heart in such a way that I couldn't even begin to explain. I may want to kill them, and time has brought us together and pulled us apart as our interests vary, as we become independent women. The waves always have a way of bringing us back together, there is too much history, too many stupid inside jokes, and an intense secret language that only we understand. Gush.


Barbara said...

GUSHHHHHHHH right back at you!

Lisa said...