kiss me! i'm 1/8th irish!

1/8th has to count for something, right?

i know it's sacrilegious, but i'm probably not even going to drink tonight. have big plans to go to the gym! exciting! wooooo!!

i had enough drinking this weekend for 3 saint patty's day.

notable quotes from the weekend from a random spattering of friends:

"i won't tell people my age. or my sex."

"this bag is worth more than your life!"

"sorry i didn't return your call earlier, i have been emotionally unavailable all day."

i also discovered the best bar ever in midtown. it's a speakeasy and home to every broadway star ever. on saturday we saw nathan lane and matthew broderick and a bunch of other people that, i assure you, are stars but who 99% of you wouldn't have heard of unless you were a theatre junky. they don't allow standing. like anywhere. i know that sounds weird but it means that you can't get in unless there's an open chair. it means that the place stays quiet and swanky, sounds of billie holiday wafting through the air. it means that nobody is standing behind you at the bar to try to get a drink. it's awesome and if it weren't for the fact that martinis are $14, i'd be there every night. hell, i might be there every night regardless.

not sure what it is about the end of june but a lot of people fornicate at that time of the year because i literally have 200 birthdays to celebrate in the next 10 days. plans include karaoke (and something about costumes?), bowling and beer towers, martinis at another of my favorite bars (one at which i always miss the point the point of no return and have nauseous moments in cabs on my way home) and a huge easter sunday dinner.

i got a text from emily's fiancee: "call me, i think i have a job for you." turns out his friend is single-handedly starting a hedge fund and needs help. crossing fingers!

after brunch with katie and the gays on saturday we meandered over to marc jacobs. there was a life-sized skunk sitting on a chair in the store window, the background covered from floor to ceiling with silk flower blossoms. "hey, that skunk moved!" colin said. we all stop and start looking at said skunk which was perfectly still. we started telling colin he was losing his mind. we all had our noses to the glass to check it out when said skunk jumped out at us. i thought i was going to have a heart attack. i'd forgotten that marc jacobs hires people, puts them in costumes, and pays a photog to take pictures with people who visit the store. it's actually pretty cute and they give you prints as you walk out the door, gratis. last christmas they had a toy soldier and this year for easter, apparently, a skunk. so of course we had to go in and get pictures taken. if i find time to scan it in i'll post it.

an e-mail popped into my inbox: "american airlines fare sales to europe!" and 4 minutes later i had a pair of tickets to paris for justin and i. a friend of his lives there and for months we've been trying to find a good weekend/fare and the stars aligned and i couldn't be more excited. le bon marche here i come!! justin hasn't ever been so i'm afraid there will be a fair amount of touristy stuff but it's been almost a decade since i've seen notre dame and the sacre coeur so i suppose i'm due for a return. and to be fair, i don't need to spend $1000 on clothes like i did last time so the more you keep me out of the boutiques, the better.