I just looked at my schedule for the week and had a minor stress attack. It looks like I’m booked solid until, um, Sunday. Next Sunday. Here’s what my BlackBerry is telling me in it’s efficient, no-denying-it, blue-lit way:
Monday: ArtWalk NY benefit hosted by Richard Gere and Carey Lowell (6-7), Young Lions Disco Party gala at the New York Public Library (7-?)
Tuesday: Election Night party at the SoHo House, dinner with girlfriend Lindsay Pierce
Wednesday: SFERRA Cocktail to celebrate the Wonderland Collection, Uniqlo event
Thursday: Launch party for Gradient magazine, Frequency 2, followed by drinks with Katie Paine, an old friend from ELLE magazine
Friday: a mysterious (but anticipated) date
Saturday: roommate’s boyfriend’s birthday party at The Randolph
Not to mention, that I have to, you know, be productive and work during the day. On a positive note, I just booked my tickets home to Hawaii for the week of Thanksgiving to spend the holiday with my family (something I haven’t done in a few years) and attend a best high school friend’s wedding. A beach, a trashy novel, and a cocktail never sounded so good.
