On Friday evening, Francesca and I ventured towards Lincoln Center to catch up over coffee at the Empire Hotel and to check out the goings-on at the tents. (That's my favorite outfit these days - an oversized, cozy flannel from Bolton's, of all places + stretchy black jeans.)
Granted, there are some hormones in the house at the moment (seriously, can coffee shops please stop playing "Your Song" whenever I walk through the doors? I prefer my lattes without a side of tears and embarrassment), but this weekend left me absolutely spinning with happiness.
(We went for Mozart.)
I once met Jason Priestley. At the height of 90210 madness. Which means he looked exactly like he does in that picture up there. And if you're anywhere around my age, you know what I'm talking about when I say "Squee!"
Still love you the most. Always will.
