last night i had lovely outdoor cocktails in the yard at the soho grand.
an older dude in a seersucker suit was playing records and speaking into the microphone.
"donald sutherland is in the house!" he said. and later, "kate moss is in the house!"
um, huh? what? i did see fred schneider and david hershkovits. as i was leaving i stopped at the door and asked the young skinny black guy in a skinny black v neck and skinny black jeans, "is kate moss here?"
skinny black guy laughed, "no, that guy is a joker."
i made it home in time to watch project runway.
oh! but before drinks, i had a mostly delicious salad at lucky strike, and i was prompted to write the following letter:
i don't like your attitude. take your bitterness somewhere else.
link of the day:
when you're a prep, you're a prep all the way.