The past couple weeks at work have been pretty damn fabulous.
Then, I met the man I was sure I’d marry from age 8 to age 10, Tony Danza! He was just as charming and sweet as I’d imagined, and though I was dying to ask him to shout “Angela-r!” for old time’s sake, I was somehow able to resist.
Then, my girl Ilyse and I got to chat up Randy Fenoli on the 40-something-th floor of the Trump Soho a party for his new show. The man makes me want to be a bridal consultant in my next life.
And to cap it off, my co-workers and I checked out an up and coming singer, Justina, at a listening party on the west side. Oh, and it was ON A YACHT. NBD, I do this all the time.
(Thx to Claas Abraham for the pic!)
As if it hadn’t become painfully clear already, I realized on that lovely boat that I am really missing out by not having an iphone. I’ve resisted long enough. Instagram, here I come … and hopefully other daydream husbands will follow. I’m all about the fan-girl photo-ops these days.
John Stamos, I’m looking at YOU.