I told you about the party so I figure sharing a few pics is the least I could do.
In order to keep my friends as friends, I will be selective. Surely you understand.
Come for the Champagne cocktail station or the scotch lounge with live jazz. Or just come to hang out with my friends and me.
Just don’t dare ask for a Coors Light, please.
Because my readers are awesome, I’m offering you a 40% discount on tickets. To get the discounted rate, use the promo code ‘Jen’. Tickets are available now here.
The discount will go away so don’t dilly-dally. See you on New Year’s Eve.
I had just crossed 34th Street at Park Avenue en route to the subway. Something made me look back to the north side of the street. That’s when I saw her.
The woman was lying on the sidewalk, her body stiff and twitching. I ran back across the street. I don’t remember checking for traffic.
While another woman called 911, I dropped to the sidewalk next to the woman who was still seizing, her lips turning blue. Continue reading
My Friday started with an MRI.
(You’re probably wondering “how does that qualify as a treat?” Just trust me.)
After I got my head examined, I had to run some other personal errands so I took the day off. It was a beautiful day in NYC – very unlike our typical Augusts – and I was feeling better than I have most days since the concussion. Continue reading
One of the things I love most about life in NYC is the sense that I can never completely know it. There will always be secrets to uncover. Something new replacing something old. Mysteries just down the block.
And here’s one: a beach of sorts right in my neighborhood.
Who knows: maybe in a few more years, we’ll really want to.
Next, a backhanded compliment is still a compliment.
As in “this is the best I’ve ever seen you look” and “you’ve lost a ton of weight” when said by a handsome, but socially awkward, man.
On the other hand, if my mother said either thing to me, I wouldn’t speak to her for a week.
Also, contrary to this article, fitness classes are not 50% easier the second time around.
I’m not the first person to say “no” to being a bridesmaid.
This $50 Banana Republic top has a bit of magic to it. I’m not surprised it’s mostly sold out in white.
Finally, Tinder is still hilarious and alarming. (NSFW)
What did you learn this weekend?