Famous writer wears wool scarf on head
Basically these pictures are never not going to be funny to me ever. There are few more from last night’s spontaneous, last-minute little get-together here.
Bernie was in town and so was Kate, and I would be damned if I couldn’t get those two to fall in love, and they did, and I was content.
On the top of my list of favorite things, definitely in the top five: watching my friends fall in love with each other.
Bernie brought me a scarf that she had knitted for me last October and that she had forgotten to give to me a few times before. It made me excited for fall because it will make all the black clothes I can assure you I will be wearing (because (A) you know how I spill things on myself and (B) it’s all I have anyway) really pop and be festive. Love that scarf. I’ve known Bernie for 22 years. Girl knows my colors.
Some awesome North Brooklyn friends came over as well (I hate to ask people to travel on a Monday, but I feel less guilty when they don’t have to cross any bridges or highways to get here) and I made everyone take pictures and there was a lot of delicious food consumed and yet not enough because I have like eight pounds of cheese in my fridge today. I laughed a lot last night. I know some funny people. Thank you for being so funny. Goddamn.
And I remember talking to one of my stoic Russian neighbors on the roof as we watched the lightning storm in the distance about how happy it made me to have people in my home, eating and drinking and getting along with each other so magnificently.
I slept late, till 8:30 AM, and I didn’t even feel guilty.
