Anyhowdydoo, here are some photos from the party. Mostly of me looking stunned, blinded, I think, by the color of my own dress. Wow. It's like being on the surface of the sun, that dress.
What you can't see on this sign is the name of the other woman feted that evening, Suzanne Somersall, who makes the most exquite jewlery. Karl, if you're reading this by any chance, please give her a call. My birthday is just around the corner, nudge, nudge.
It's bright, right? That's why my friend Elaine is squinting. It's like staring into fire.
This is even worse, right? Dana and I spontaneously combusted right after this photo was taken.
Okay, rest your eyes for a moment and say hello to the nicest women on the planet, Karen and Jane (whom I featured in my Washington Post Style article.)
No, that is not a pocketbook around my arm - it's my camera, which I totally forgot I had brought along until practically the end of the party. My friend Dan, who called himself my minion that evening, helpfully imagined what I might have in my contract rider: A bottle of Perrier and M&Ms with all the reds removed. Thanks, Dan! Next time, don't forget the magenta Snuggie.
All of these guys are named Dan. The one in the white shirt is my first cousin, who was in town on business from Atlanta and drove to the party and surprised the hell out of me. You made my night, Danny!
A book and some booze. The perfect combination!
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