atoning for my sins

A wedding? Free champagne? Continuously? Your glass topped up so subtly and frequently you don't even notice how much you're drinking? Then bottles of wine on the dinner table? Why, yes please.


Blarg. So hungover it actually hurts. It's Yom Kippur and I am totally unintentionally atoning for my sins today.

Never. Drinking. Again.

girl of my dreams

The Lula fashion week party, at the Cobden Club sponsored by, among others, Belvedere vodka and Moet & Chandon champagne.

After stressing an unbelievable amount about going (no idea what to wear, I'd only know two people at the whole party, one of whom was the hostess, the other wasn't going to be there until late), and a heart-stoppingly bad first two minutes (clutching a mini bottle of champagne while I anxiously looked around for someone I knew), I finally spied Leith sitting on the far side of the room, so headed over. She was with her cousins and told me to pull up a chair.

The rest of the evening basically involves a lot of champagne, talking with Leith and her cousins, a bit more champagne, watching Emmy the Great (adorable), losing Leith and her cousins, champagne cocktails, running into James who eventually turned up past 11, one more champagne-vodka cocktail, eventually deciding to call it a night and walking out into the pouring rain (hello London in February)... oh, and let's not forget the cupcakes. I tried to smuggle one home for my sister (aren't I a good sibling?) but just ended up getting frosting *everywhere*.

And yes, this morning was funnnn. Happy v-d everyone. Happy b-d Dandy