Last night Cheryl and I went to a party at The Whitney to celebrate the opening of the Buckminster Fuller exhibit. We really enjoyed it because we felt like we were in an episode of Gossip Girl. There were a lot of the following: diamond rings, boat shoes, lesbians dancing in circles. There was also a man with an eye patch that was 80 years old. Cheryl went up to him and said: You really wear that [eye patch] well. I think you’re making a bold statement and others will follow. It was a pleasant combination of awkward and adorable. He served in WWII and was full of knowledge.
Afterwards, we went and had a glass of wine at The Carlyle and listened to some jazz. It was quite a lovely evening. Quite lovely until I woke up in Cheryl’s bed at 7:10 am with a killer headache. I mean, an extra large iced coffee always does the trick, but let’s just say I’m not feeling as hot as I usually do on a Thursday morning.
