To Hell with Crate and Barrel
I have a confession to make: I am in love. Although it’s not what you think. Okay, it is what you think. But we’ll get to…
The Day After New Years
I hate the day after New Years. The streets are littered with empty beer bottles, the roof deck is littered with silly string and the refrigerator…
Sweet Nothings, En Español
First things first: my Good Morning America debut will occur on Monday, not today as I’d initially thought. So set your DVRs for Monday morning (or…
Why I Missed the Fireworks on New Years Eve
I know, I know: we’re already three days into the New Year and I have yet to post a single word about the Martini Bar Soiree,…
The Official Martini Bar Soiree Cheat Sheet
It’s finally here: the official 2012 New Year’s Eve Martini Bar Soiree! I’ve yet to come up with even the most cliché of New Year’s Resolutions…
A Surprise in My Inbox
Well folks, I have a new Facebook friend. And the conversation that prompted his request somehow pre-empted his reading of my post on the subject. Go…
After I Quit My Day Job Goes to 30 Rock
Last night, I had a horrible dream. I was trying to figure out what to wear and my room was a mess and there were clothes…
The Devil You Know?
Remember that line in Love Actually when Emma Thompson turns to Alan Rickman and says, “The trouble with being the Prime Minister’s sister is it does…
Fireworks at Midnight
Since my last post, I’ve consumed one and a half martinis, three chocolate rum balls, two glasses of champagne, another two glasses of sangria and at…
A Precipitous Predicament
I’m going to blame the snow. On account of Philadelphia’s first real snow storm, I got a little stir crazy on Sunday night. And because my…
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