I just got home from the Young Collectors Council gala at the Guggenheim. It’s 12:23 a.m. and I have to be up in exactly six hours for an undoubtedly excruciating workout in which my trainer kicks my ass all over the gym.
This is why I (a) had half a glass of wine all night, (b) didn’t go to any after-parties, (c) left at 11:15. This isn’t a body makeover so much as it’s a lifestyle overhaul.
But I got to dress up in sequins and feathers, hang with an old friend, see some people I haven’t run into in a while, and meet Blake Lively from Gossip Girl (the show that everyone in NY is obsessed with and that I just saw for the first time last week).
Not bad for a sober night on the town. Good night! xo
