After my Waverly dinner-no-dessert, I met up with Jordan (for the second night in a row) over at the Empire Hotel (for the second night in a row, too, although I was with Alexander Marquardt, not Jordan).
The night before I found the lobby area somewhat sexy – but last night Jordan & I decided to check out the rooftop bar.
No. NO NO NONONONONONONO.
And that is all.
PS. Please don’t email that I’m wearing the same white dress I wore just five days ago. I know. I apologize for my lack of creativity. It has been dry-cleaned, if you were concerned. 😉
While mother and father are delighted to know my poor sister has remembered to get her clothes dry-cleaned, even though she seems unconcerned by Lilly’s shitting problem, they are wondering where she’s getting all the cash to pay for constant brunches, lunches, dinner and cocktails. She is unemployed. We find it strange.