Or maybe I just don’t want the weekend to end. Weekdays make my head hurt.
Friday night I had dinner at SoHo House with one brilliant old friend and met some brilliant new friends. I got all dressed up and felt very fancy. I ate a cheeseburger in my silk dress while discussing ancient amazonian therapies and billionaire psyches. Friends do a body (and a mind) good.
On Saturday, Scott and I took Dee to Knott’s Berry Farm (home of Snoopy – whom Dee could not have cared less about) more on that to come when I’m less exhausted, but I couldn’t resist sharing a couple of photos of my lady.
Still managed to make it out for lunch yesterday with Dee in tow. I don’t remember the last time I let a weekend fill up this much, and it was good. How was yours?