Supa smaht

I went out with some friends last night. So much for not drinking. There was vomit on my neighbors' front walk this morning. I swear I have no idea how it got there. The DJ at Henrietta Hudson totally knows how to play music that will make someone dance like a retard. Not me, of course. But other people. Righhhhhhhhhhtttt....

I had to get up this morning and go to a press event. I didn't set my alarm. Well, I did. But I set it for 9:00 pm instead of am. Because I do be supa smaht. The event was great, though. It was at Brasserie Julien which is owned by this phenomenal guy, Philippe. Everyone should go there. They make cool cocktails (none of which I had, thank you very much, because I was WORKING. I mean really, what do you take me for?) and this dessert that is basically really thick chocolate mousse that he cuts into little square slices. It's so good!

I decided the best way to cure myself of my hangover was to walk 50 blocks to go meet my mom down in Murray Hill. It was so beautiful out today! Actually the 50 blocks kind of flew by. Plus, my friend who lives in Bordeaux called while I was walking so it was fun to catch up with her. And someone else called who I just met and am therefore not ready to talk about but who is very very cute. And I ran into a girl I haven't seen in forever and we made tentative plans to "do lunch". And I saw my friend's sister, who I haven't seen in a while either. Third Avenue on a sunny day is apparently that ubiquitous place people are always talking about where you will see everyone you ever met if you just stay there long enough. I also got some work done via Katherine at the office. Walking long distances in Manhattan with a cell phone -- you can get a lot done.