Last night I attended my cousin’s as well as two of her other friends’ birthday party. Not to deviate from the subject (nevermind, I’m going to), but do you think that the reason why there are so many birthdays in July is that couples like getting especially lovey-dovey during the winter season? Anyway, the party was held on top of the rooftop – or solarium as trendy New Yorkers like to call it – of a very chic new apartment building in the Financial District. The weather was just about right yesterday night. The 90 plus degree weather during the day time had cooled and left quite the comfortable, mild clime for the evening. We feasted on ribs, roasted chicken, potato salad, and cornbread catered from a local deli and indulged in chocolate mousse cake and homemade carrot cake for dessert. It was quite a lovely evening.

I feel like a friend might be angry at me for hanging out with one of his other friends who he isn’t on close terms with anymore after this other friend moved in with this girl that the first friend dated for a while. Wait – was that too confusing? Now I am confused. Let me reread this paragraph one more. Well, that’s as coherent as I can make it without giving any names. In any case, I feel like this past weekend I was caught in the middle of something that I didn’t want to be caught in. Poor me, no?

My favorite jeans lose their tightness after only a week of wear so I remedy this by subjecting these jeans to the wash and dry cycle at the end of each week. I’m creating more work for myself by washing and drying my jeans every week as a result (or do people typically wash jeans worn 1-2 times during the week every week anyway?), but I’ll sacrifice for the sake of fashion!