The Ugly Organ takes me back to the absolutely worst period of my life, so shoutout to the nice lady who caught me crying during Staying Alive and asked if I was OK.
Thank you to the sales associate at the Longchamp outlet who offered me a Perrier when she saw I was sweating to death. I’m not going to buy yet another Le Pliage when the two I already have need to be repaired but thank you!
It was thunderstorms all afternoon and early evening so all the night sets of this festival got pushed back 40 minutes. I know I’ll get a second wind when Minus the Bear comes out, but I deeply regret not taking a nap when I had the chance 😖
While we’re talking about high-volume restaurants in Las Vegas, if you’ve never read the New Yorker article about the egg cooks at the Flamingo, it’s one of the most beautiful pieces of food writing I’ve ever read. www.newyorker.com/magazine/200...
To the cab driver who took me to the Peppermill this afternoon, if I’m texting the entire time and answering you in single-word sentences, please learn to read the room.
The couple next to me on the plane are watching the Phillies game. They were grousing about the poor defense and I realized they were complaining about the Dodgers! There’s gonna be a rumble in row 9 A-C.
