Sunday, 9/18/16: whatta weekend

plus TWO tea dates at 1501 Lincoln and ONE breakfast involving raspberry tart. and ZERO running, ma ha ha ha.

it was a good, great, gargantuan weekend that I had been bracing myself for but came out of pleasantly energized. the best kinda parties are ones where a whole bunch of the people know a whole bunch of the other people and everyone is chatting easily and the music is just loud enough and the food is plentiful and the hands doing the replenishing are not always the same and where you walk out with cheesy, the-universe-is-well-with-me grins on your faces and spend the evening sending each other pictures to prolong the cheesin. mmmmmhmm.