November172009

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Sitting with 3 doctors at a speakeasy in Brooklyn. Just discovered that one is a founding member of Thievery Corporation. Rad!

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Really wishing a certain Brooklyn doctor would return home so we can start our evening. And by that, I mean “So I don’t have to drink alone”

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Buddy trying to distract me from working. It won’t work…ok, fine. It will. (How can you deny this face?) http://yfrog.com/3mmeij

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Can a person asphyxiate on cologne? This & other worldly mysteries to be discovered in the longest taxi ride EVER to Brooklyn.

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Steam heat at 4:45am makes me want to reconsider the words to “I and Love and You.” Brooklyn, Brooklyn take me in…QUIETLY.

November162009

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I don’t know who this Tinsley Mortimer gal is but if she makes us move 1 more time, I’m gonna unleash my Southern “charm” on her ass.

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God, I <3 NYC. So much, in fact, that you think one day I’d be smart enough to wear practical shoes while gallivanting around this city. Ow.

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Walking down Fifth Avenue on a gorgeous Fall NYC day, gingko leaves afoot. Off to meet @morganholzer for a private tour of The Met. Happy.

November152009

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As much as I don’t like the Patriots, I would surrender my loyalty to do unspeakably naughty things to Tom Brady.

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I think they just gave me a glass of champagne at Banana Republic. That, or the water in NYC really needs help.