January 2010
65 posts
bunnymitford:
Franny has the measles, for one thing. Incidentally, did you hear her last week? She went on at beautiful length about how she used to fly all around the apartment when she was four and no one was home. The new announcer is worse than Grant — if possible, even worse than Sullivan in the old days. He said she surely dreamt that she was able to fly. The baby stood her ground like an...
ampersandrea:
skinaybetty:fuckyeahsweetmusic:
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Twelve Romantic Hours In Manhattan.
8 a.m.-Order a sinful breakfast in bed at the New York Palace Hotel. What could be more luxurious than tucking into eggs Tsar Nicholas- a gussied-up eggs Benny with smoked salmon, creme fraiche, and black caviar-on 500-thread count sheets?
10 a.m.-Stroll along Fifth Avenue (stopping in for a lovely browse at Tiffany & Co.) and head to the Museum of Modern Art.
12 p.m.-Get cozy at the...
“Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant...”
– Dr. Hunter S. Thomspon, Proud Highway; Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman.
