Last night I was happily eating a bowl of Kraft macaroni 'n' cheese in my PJs like a good (boring?) little girl when I got a call from Michael Malice instructing me to make my way downtown for a party at the Four Seasons.
Around 5:30, my friend Kim called and told me to come meet her in the Ace Hotel for a pickle-back shot.
I am not exaggerating when I say that rarely a day goes by that someone does not stop me to compliment me on this thing.
OK, now: we can all nod our heads and participate in the national delusion that Hammer pants, shoulder pads, and cone bras are stunningly fashion-forward, but come on.
Indulge me for more post and we'll move on...swear. (Can you tell I love this town?)
