“Propelled down West Broadway, the clackety-clack of my heels kept rhythm with my speeding heart… Finally, I was there, beneath the Cipriani awning, brushing past the seats of my dreams, pushing open the glass doors, entering a world where I could live Ms. Didion’s lines instead of just reciting them.”

See y’all tonight! (I’ll be the one in the fuschia party dress.)

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