Last night, Kendrick and I hosted Marianne (my producer at BetterTV) and her husband, Jacob, for dinner. The wallpaper installer, Tom Nulty (whose work absolutely blew me away), didn’t finish until about 6, which left me exactly 90 minutes to replace all of our furniture, clean, cook dinner, and turn myself into a semblance of a human being.

I panicked.

But! Roast chicken is sort of a miracle dish, in that once you pop it in the oven you can pretty much forget about it for an hour and a half, giving you time to do things like drink a glass of wine to calm down enough to apply makeup. When they walked through the door at 7:30 the table was set, music was playing, and my lips were lipsticked.

A beautiful evening.