I’d rather be at Coachella.
1. On Monday night, I went to a fun family-style press dinner at The Writing Room, the cool new neighborhood spot that replaced the legendary Elaine’s on the Upper East Side. My friend Jeannie came along with me and we sipped Old Fashioneds, ate fried chicken and boiled lobster and bonded with the other PR and media folks over the fabulous photos of various celebrities eating at Elaine’s (even Kurt Cobain!) that line the walls of the dining room.
2. On Tuesday, Aylin was in NYC for a quick visit on her way to San Francisco, so she, Amanda, Michelle and I all met up at our old favorite, Angelica Kitchen, for home-style vegetarian cooking (which I needed after all of that fried chicken!) and catch-up time.
3. On Wednesday, I met up with Aylin and Michelle at Whole Foods Bowery for a really interesting panel discussion hosted by sustainable e-retailer Zady called “Food, Fashion and the Future: Where Will Sustainable Business Take Us Next?” There was free food (and rich organic chocolate from Madagascar), which made it all the more fun.
4. Saturday was gorgeous - perfectly sunny and warm - so Kirsten and I met up for margaritas at Cafe de la Esquina in Williamsburg, then went to a rooftop party one of her friends was hosting in the East Village, where we drank summer ales and took in the incredible views of both the Empire State Building and the Brooklyn Bridge.
5. I was in the mood for some more sunshine and day-drinking, so on Sunday, I met up with Steve and we headed to Central Park with mini bottles of champagne in tow. We spent a few hours lying in the sun, catching up on life and love, then went to Cascabel for spicy jalapeño-cucumber-cilantro margaritas and fish tacos.
1. At her debutante party, she described herself as being “so full of confetti I could give birth to paper dolls.”
2. When she was a rebellious teenager, she used to wear a tight-fitting, flesh-colored swimsuit to the beach to trick people into thinking she was swimming in the nude.
3. She kept F. Scott Fitzgerald dangling until he could prove that he would be successful enough as a writer to take care of her (no scrubs for Zelda!), then married him once he became an overnight sensation with the publication of This Side of Paradise, which included a character named Rosalind who was modeled after Zelda’s feistiness, gregariousness and wit.
4. She once described their life together in the 1920s as such: “Spinach and champagne. Going back to the kitchens at the old Waldorf. Dancing on the kitchen tables, wearing the chef’s headgear. Finally, a crash and being escorted out by the house detectives.”
5. Once, when she was asked to contribute a recipe to a book called Favorite Recipes of Famous Women, she gave the following: “See if there is any bacon, and if there is, ask the cook which pan to fry it in. Then ask if there are any eggs, and if so try and persuade the cook to poach two of them. It is better not to attempt toast, as it burns very easily. Also, in the case of bacon, do not turn the fire too high, or you will have to get out of the house for a week. Serve preferably on china plates, though gold or wood will do if handy.”
6. She once had an affair with a man who is always just described as a “French aviator,” but really, isn’t that everything we need to know about him?
7. She once got so jealous of Scott’s apparent infatuation with a 17-year-old silent film star that she threw a diamond-and-platinum wristwatch he had given her out a moving train window.
8. At age 27, she decided that she wanted to become a professional ballet dancer and became absolutely obsessed with ballet, practicing for eight hours every day, not eating, and developing an unhealthy attachment to her ballet instructor, Madame Egorova.
9. She finally had a physical and emotional breakdown that culminated in her diving out of a taxi into oncoming traffic. After that, she was institutionalized and diagnosed as schizophrenic (although historians now believe she probably had bipolar disorder). There, she was treated with a whole host of mind-fuzzying drugs - including one made from horse’s blood - but still managed to write a semi-autobiographical novel called Save Me the Waltz.
10. Sadly, she died at age 47 when the mental hospital she was living in caught fire. Her life ended in flames, which seemed somehow appropriate, given what a firecracker she was in life - beautiful, exciting, utterly unique but ultimately self-destructive.
Nobody invited me to the arm party…
based upon the Miu Miu ad starring Elizabeth Olsen.