Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

a small camera that lets me control appeture a cute denim skirt that’s comfortable more tradition in my lifeless clutter in my kitchento make it a practice to share "high" "low" with someoneto stop eating fries with mustard in the…

Thank goodness for summer Fridays in advertising.  Mine afforded me to head east in an SUV filled with bottled water, containers of cantaloupe, and an iPod with a playlist titled, “Camp Hamps.”  It’s not really the Hamptons unless you hear…

It started in my inbox.  A warning from Chris, threatening stomach punches to any nerds who show up in anything approaching a costume.  "Once we have our tickets in hand, you are on your own.  We are not going to…

Last night I hit Veritas for some liver damage.  Over whites, I whined about my destroyed camera lens.  "What did you do it?""I washed it.""Like in the sink?""Yeah, with some soap.""Didn’t you think a wet towel would do the trick?""I…

Thursday: I had the all too pleasant experience of being seated in front of an Indian family who reeked of fried food.  The smelly family also had a infant who clearly sided with me, and hated the smell of her…

I start with Regis & Smelly every morning.  I follow the duo up with a dose of Ellen.  I literally dance with her every morning for one minute, sometimes 1:04.  But now I’m on vay-k, so I’ve been sleeping half…

Last night at Dolce, I ordered the fish special, Sole Milanese over heirloom tomatoes with basil.  The check arrives.  It was $44.  I repeated this fact at least 44 times throughout the rest of the evening.  Forget my two dollars……

Things happen in threes.  Larry’s computer died last night.  My iPod died today.  I left work sulking, rubbing my eyes, too tired to do computer anymore. I would change into black and attend the restaurant opening of Partage. But then…