I’m Up Here. You’re Down Here.
Once upon a 2005, I enjoyed calculus far less than Lindsay Lohan did in Mean Girls. While I’ll agree with LL’s Cady re: the benefits of sitting behind cute classmates, I much preferred English class, where the pen in my hand strung together critical assessments of classic readz, rather than sketches of non-existent limits. However, to combat my distaste for derivatives (and instead allocate more time to absorbing alliterative prose), I called upon my dear friend Erik for assistance when the numbers on my homework danced the mambo. Seven years later, I received the following text from said mathematician: “so since you’re the reality tv expert, does the name kelly bensimon mean anything to you?”
You might recall that during last year’s Fashion’s Night Out, I spied Ramona Singer, Countess LuAnn, and Kelly Bensimon inside a Midtown East New York & Company, but I sure didn’t have the encounter with the ex-Housewife that Erik did. I’m tres jealous: not only did he sit next to Kooky Kelly on a cross-country flight, but he fixed her computer, and got to assist with selecting a $1,000 handbag birthday gift for her personal assistant. And then, thanks to my divine intervention by way of social media, she Tweeted us. Making her the THIRD Bravolebrity to Tweet at your’s truly!
Housewives aside, my Memorial Day weekend was certainly quite fabulous, and I’ve got the
tan burn to prove it. After witnessing the Rangers’ crushing loss on Friday night, I toasted their potential to win The Cup in 2013 by toasting my skin at Point Lookout. Wiped out by such fun in the sun, I spent Saturday night noshing on sushi and taking in “The Fighter” with the fabulous Kristen. Sunday marked a family BBQ, and Monday, an early return to the reality that is NYC. Heather W. and I strolled an art fair along University Place, and had our first alfresco bevvy of the season at Boat Basin.
All in all, ’twas a wonderful weekend with wonderful friends and family, to welcome in what will be a wonderful summer. Happy Humidity!