Seeing Lauren makes me happy. 

Highlands, by the way, is quite awesome: it’s a Scottish gastropub in the West Village, and is impossibly chic without being uptight in the least (love the vintage leather furniture, utilitarian refrigerator-bulb pendant lights, and various rustic touches). I didn’t try the food (I stuck to their gorgeous martinis served in jewel-like little glasses), but it sure looked great; the menu includes things like “cullen skink” (a traditional Scottish soup) and chicken liver pot (neither of which I have had; both of which I want).