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Thanks, Emmy B.!

On Saturday night I amortized my holiday outfit (which included, but was not limited to, a sequined blue tunic) by attending a festive dinner party hosted by my friend Emmerlante and her beau Hal.  Hal’s loft takes up a full floor in Gramercy and is filled with art and ephemera from his international travels.  No surprise, Emmy Dexter cooked up a storm (including legitimately vegetarian lasagna) and tastefully decorated a tree* in white bulbs.**

I had a great time catching up with many girlfriends and also enjoyed chatting with one of Em’s friends that I never had the opportunity to chat with before.  I was also reminded, thanks to the sloppy antics of a 25 year old boy going through a divorce, that I am very glad to no longer be in my twenties (though I wouldn’t edit one moment out for the world).

I am, however, a little curious as to how Emily keeps the sugar cookie dough from curling up and/or sticking to the cookie cutters?

If you are within one degree of me on Facebook, you can click here to see a few pics from the party.

Thanks, Emmerlante!

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* BREAKING BLOG UPDATE! An expert in matters of taste, who was in attendance on Saturday night and wishes to remain nameless, reports this regarding the decoration of the non-denominational Christmas tree:

I inspected the tree closely while everyone else was inebriated on bonhomie because it was so tasteful and well done and I wanted to get some ideas.  While the lights were indeed soft white, there were also mini bulbs of frosted silver, red and white.  Plus there were these delicate wooden snowflakes that I’ve never seen anywhere before.  Perhaps Emily can share her secret source?

As I was born in the metaphorical barn that is Indiana, and also busy chomping on Emmy’s literal cookies all night long, I can neither confirm nor deny the intricate specifics of this claim regarding the tree decor.  I can, however, attest to the overall excellence and warm glow that it contributed and have no reason to believe that this tree decoration expert is not 100% correct.

** Em, if you’re wondering what the random bulb with the velvet ribbon is, I had it attached to the bottle of wine I brought and Hal placed it on the tree.  I recognize that it throws the entire balance off and allow you to put it on the back of the tree or remove it entirely!

Thank you, Paparos!

On Saturday, I attended a lovely brunch hosted by my neighbors Ari/Dorie/Asa/Noa Lederfajn-Paparo. They were gracious enough to tell me that the meatballs were vegan chorizo (and thus allowable for consumption by my flexitarienne diet). I also had the chance to play with lots of brown-haired toddlers, which reinforced the fact that young people are more likely than adults to let me play “Airplane!” with them (though Bomee, the offer stands).

If you are within one degree of me on Facebook, you can click here to check out the full album of brunch pics.

Thank you Ari & Dorie!

Mazel tov, yes?

I want to congratulate the talented, thoughtful, creative, and deeply kind human also known as Lilit Marcus, also known as founder of the Save The Assistants phenomenon, also known as the brand new editor of Jewcy.com.

I am proud to know this old soul housed in the lithe bod of a young woman. When she has her own assistant perhaps she’ll let me house-sit.

I’ll refrain from asking her about the content management system upon which Jewcy.com is built for at least five more business days.

Congratulations, Lilit!

Happy birthday, Choyo!

Now, even though you are clearly mocking the shape of an Asian eye in the photo below, I will still grant you a birthday wish.

Here’s also hoping you’ve changed your tee shirt since then, which may or may not be true given what you were wearing on Saturday night.

Happy birthday Aaron!

(Blog post > ecard > tweet > Facebook wall post?)

Happy birthday, Racquel

You’re the best Aruba companion a girl could wish for, even the part of the trip where we hide out in a hotel next to JFK.

And, it seems you gave yourself the gift I wanted to get you…

But, most of all, I think about how I’m not so concerned anymore of who I want to be but just to be content with who I am.

- Miss Racquel

…  so I’ll have to brainstorm something new.

I love you, Rachel!  xoxo