About six months ago, two of my gal pals and I decided we should implement a monthly 'Ladies night' to help us better live out our New York City lives. Pathetically (and rather unfabulously, I must add) it's taken us this long to get our acts together and plan one. In the meantime, of course, Wall St. and the global economy have imploded, but no matter - out we are going, wallets be damned!
What will the night entail? We're not entirely sure, but festivities will commence at my place with plenty of champagne to get things rolling. We'll be dining on some Les Trois Petits Cochons' Mousse Truffee with cornichon, mustard, some green grapes and a small cheese plate to nosh on (complete with the BEST mozzarella I have ever had from a deli in Hoboken that my friend has been charged with bringing - or else). My diet can take a hike tonight.
And, since I am back into skinny jeans land, should I meet some half-way interesting (and straight, and single, and hopefully gainfully employed) members of the opposite sex, well, maybe that would not be so bad. Of course, with my luck, now that I've decided to ease up on my dating strike, all the decent blokes will have naturally found themselves enraptured in relationships with other women, or will have decided to stay home and save their pennies.
Either way, time to get ready and don my new pair of Marc Jacobs pumps (aquired during my sister's wedding week in San Francisco)! Let the first Ladies Night begin!