Last night, I headed down to NYC’s Meatpacking District for a girls night out with my galpal Lauren and her sister Donna.
Our first stop was the Tory Burch Boutique, for a private sale hosted by Lauren’s friend Jennifer Skylakos.
While enjoying complimentary champagne, we browsed through Tory’s colorful signature tunics and ballet flats, eyeing a few ladies who managed to carry off the shirt dress look.
For dinner, we went to Nero, a rustic, low-lit Italian bistro with friendly wait staff and a papardelle Bolognese to die for. Another must-have on the menu -- tuna tartar with yucca chips and spicy mango sauce.
While pleasing our palettes, the three of us talked about crossing the platonic line with male friends, promoting the Starlight Foundation’s mid-summer benefit and organizing a happy hour with my brother Andy, temporarily in town from Texas on business for a few weeks. There’s nothing like cross pollinating social circles to increase the odds of striking a love match.
Coming up…outrageous emails from rejected men and a review of Tony-nominated “Billy Elliot.”