Chocolates from MarieBelle
I’m about to eat with a vengeance.  I’ve done it before.  I’m going to go OFF.  There’s just one snag.  I’ve lost my driver’s license, and the invitation says you must bring a photo ID proving you’re legal.  It’s actually a joke how often I get carded.  I arrive with a pool of friends, and somehow, I’m the one they card.  I know I should feel flattered, but come on.  I just don’t look under 21.  It’s absurd.  So what do I do?  The grand tasting of Lincoln Center’s Toast of The Town begins at 7pm.  I have no time to rummage through bags in search of the passport from hell.  I’m going to have to beg.  We’ll see how it goes.  Expect a drunken post later tonight with photos and other necessary debauchery.

Yellow tomato martinis
Do over.  It’s what I need here because there weren’t any good photography opportunities.  It was all about the wine, lots of it.  I ran into people I didn’t want to see.  We exchanged polite hellos, asked about one anothers lives, then drank more wine and drank mango passion fruit elixirs from straws vowing to use more tapioca in our cooking (thank you RAIN).  It’s the way these things work.  I came home to my sweet bean and wondered how he’d like tapioca. 

Sweet Foie Gras Parfait from ONO
It’s time for some tunes, faster than you can say self help or Tony Robbins.  I’m so not kidding.  It’s not the wine.  Bring on the self help.  Look, back off, if I could be having seex, it would be a different story.  In the meanwhile, for the next year or so, it’s me and the Robbins.  Tony, not Baskin’.  Though the first boy who shows up with Mint Chip might make it to the runnings.