Happy Hour
I can’t figure out why our check was close to $400. How did that happen? This is Happy Hour! Too many mini martinis. And I guess those oysters add up. Yeesh. Still, this is New York. Can’t kill my happy. 😎
I Got a Ticket To Paul 🎸
I’m a firm believer that if you really want something, tell the universe. Tell everyone. Something or someone will hear you. 🎸
Man On The Run
“You strum a chord and then you kind of see where it leads you. Like breadcrumbs, memories, even regrets, or even the future. If you’ve got some sort of problems, you work them out in the song. It’s really the ultimate therapy I think.”
Starry Starry Night
I have to wonder… do people value music made by humans more now, because so much of what we hear isn’t? The storytelling – the Bluebird, of it all. We’ve always loved live music, but is it becoming even more cherished as it becomes a rarer and rarer commodity?
Something Funny Happened at The Cutting Room
I’m inclined to make a mistake I never made before. What will it be today? Who knows. But it WILL happen. I decide that when it does I’ll blame it on my pic. Or my capo. 😳
The Blizzard
As soon as the cold air hits my face I’m smiling wider than the happiest emoji. There are bundled up men on bicycles delivering pizza, food trucks selling tacos. People are carrying their dogs. Life is going on big time. This is NYC. 🍸🍸🍸☃️☃️☃️
I Survived Grammy Week
I was offered a ticket. But the idea of putting on another night of make-up after all the parties – my face would have fallen off. So I made pasta and DVR’d it. And ate a whole pint of Haagen-Dazs out of the tub. 😳
Meet The Hubby
It felt fitting to ring in the new year by introducing you to a human who plays a starring role in my life and is so often mentioned in this space: my husband, Adam.
