(this post will be minimal. I am tired. I have to go to work. I CAN'T BREATHE - I should have made my mother send me Chinese herbs to deal with all the shit in the air here.)
Dinner at Wolfgang Puck's Cut, a steakhouse. Lyle has on overdyed plaid jeans with a tuxedo stripe down the side and his faboo new shoes. I am wearing grey wool pants that have a Griffin embroidery detail in repeat and black patent leather shoes.
Dinner at Bouchon.This was at the end of a 12 and a half hour day with no breaks. I can't believe we were standing, let alone dressed to go get food. My tie is the favorite part of my outfit.