This morning, in my pre-caffeine fog, I found myself standing next to someone in my office cafeteria. "You look familiar," he said. Well, yeah, I thought to myself. We work in the same office. It’s big, but not that big. "Do you write for Gothamist?" "Yes!" I replied. We introduced ourselves and I went on my merry way, but it was fun to be recognized.
Just got home from a rockin’ good time at the Ozomatli show at Irving Plaza where I danced up a storm with Katie and Rob Y. Also ran into Romy and David B., both of whom I hadn’t seen in way too long. The cameraphone shot barely does it justice, but this is the part at the end where they got the whole crowd to kneel down while they were smack in the middle (we were in the balcony).
Tomorrow night is a wine dinner — let’s just say I hope it’s not quite as damaging as the last one (four women, six bottles of wine).
After a very long day on Friday, Jenn came over for dinner. We shared a good bottle of wine, some olive tapenade from 
The main reason I haven’t been writing as much these days is because we’ve kicked up the pace over at