Tonight, I’m off to Johnny Utah’s for Zac’s sister’s birthday party. I’m also hoping to see some other people that I really can’t see tomorrow for reasons of poor planning. I totally overbooked myself for tomorrow night (which is so typical of my spacey self) AND tons of New Yorkers I want to see are out of town until Sunday anyway. Off the top of my head, I am supposed to do some combination of drinks (alcoholic or caffeinated) with Ben & Leon, Aaron, Eric, Jake, and Jeff. In one night. Uhhhhh … so not possible, esp. since I can’t go from Brooklyn to the Upper East without resorting to drugs on the train.

Also, all of the above is platonic. Everyone seems to think that I’m having the most sexalicious weekend ever. So far from the truth. This is very much a “weekend with the girls” (or rather, “girl” singular) so there’s NO HOOKING UP despite our staying at a guy’s apartment (he’s out of town) or our meetings with ex-something-or-others (we like to stay friends with boys).

Doug texted me Thursday morning, “Left keys with the doorman. If you bring guys over, hook up on the couch not bed. Thanks.” Hilarious, but he needn’t worry.