So while I am going home to my parents’ place in Jersey for Christmas Eve, where I will consume seven different kinds of fish and three different kinds of pasta at my family’s wacky Sicilian-Italian (they are different things, I swear!) meal, I’m taking a mini-staycation before the vacation.
Tonight my boyfriend’s brother is staying in our studio apartment with mah boyf, and I am staying in a rad hotel room (I got a last-minute Internet deal). Tragically, there is no bathtub; on the upside, I just scrubbed the fuck out of the bathtub at home, so I can just take a bath tomorrow (I mean, I’ll shower, but like, you know, THEN the next DAY I’ll take a bath. TMI? Sorry.)
I still gotta get my granddad a present, and pick up my boyfriend’s dad’s gift from the post office (will this actually happen in time for the holidays? I’m not sure!)
I broke bread today with the delightful Julie Klausner, who is writing a book based in part on a Modern Love essay. That essay was published in April and I do believe you can find it if you Google it. We ate scones. I’m just saying, pumpkin scones at Alice’s Tea Cup are the best thing I’ve ever had.
And now for the ultimate question: does the W do room service at 12:30 a.m.?
Wishing you happy holidays and moments of chillaxation amid any stress,
Sara B.
They were going to stiff you and it wasn’t even their money. It was the Knight Foundation money.
I’m not normally very crazy about learning the details of someone’s financial problems with their asshole employers. But! I think all the negative publicity, including your blog, got to ‘em. Congratulations!
Sorry, I replied to the wrong post. I meant to reply to the “We gettin paid” one. Must be brain rot.
If they don’t, you should never go to that hotel ever again.
They did room service! They did lots and lots of room service! The vanilla ice cream mixed with graham crackers was DELISH.