So, I’ve kinda developed this unwritten policy: I’m not going to post on weekends unless (a) it’s really important, or (b) I’m really bored. Of course, since I find hemlines and potting soil to be topics worthy of press conferences, and since twiddling my thumbs has taken the place of dinner parties and discos in my less-than-jet-setting life, I doubt this policy will really amount to a hill of beans. Still, it’s there in theory.
Today, though, screw it: my boyfriend‘s pic is in the New York Times for the first time ever! (Well, except for that time he got hitched to Brooke Astor in Vegas after doing 17 rounds of Jello-shots in the big room at Bally’s. We’re still trying to put that behind us.)
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