So I told a friend on Friday that I was "laying fairy low" this weekend. He replied, "why do I think ‘laying fairly low’ for you means only going out for dinners and brunches this weekend?" He wasn’t too far off base. I went out for dinner at Bellavitae on Friday night with Eric and Amanda, then on to Blue Ribbon Bakery to visit fellow beach-housemate Jim, who tends bar there (and introduced me to a new cocktail, the Susie Taylor (who the hell is she?)). Saturday I trekked to the Upper West Side for a baby-naming for Caleb and Rachel’s new daughter, Hannah (so much hair on that little peanut!), then off to the wilds of New Jersey for Carrie’s 30th birthday party, where we ate gi-normous burgers the size of my head and then had a late-night swim. I returned early Sunday morning to have brunch with Deb at Eatery, then a stroll through Central Park, and finally a nap before dinner at Mercadito Grove with Jon, Sarah, Erika, Jeremy, and Eric. After dinner Eric and I ventured to the Maritime for a drink (and to gaze at all the pretty boys), but then I was sooo very ready for bed.
Yeah, I’m not very good at laying low.
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you know sometimes, laying low can be good but living life to the fullest is even better.
you know sometimes, laying low can be good but living life to the fullest is even better.
Amen to that!
Amen to that!