Weeelll. Let's just say I'm blogging at 2:30 PM instead of 8:30 AM. Ladies night out was, ahem, a success. Plenty of cocktails. Plenty of wine. Conceptual, high-minded small plates that left me wanting a bowl of pasta. Lost breast pumps, missing credit cards. Late night martinis. Sleep walking, snoring. And a ton of laughter, love and memories. My friends are, well, pretty great. And now I'm laid up on the couch catching up on Homeland and working on my Thanksgiving menu.
via Lonny Magazine