Like so totally rockingout tomorrow night at Silversun Pickups gig at Town Casino with Sparky.
Today, after conducting some non-e-biz at the Mac store meandered over to this side of the state's v. of Sephora, much-anticipated.
It's not the hugest ever but will suffice.
Yours Truly had to keep reminding herself that upon leaving the joint I would not: be swept into the stream of B'Way, be looking into Union Square and sucked next into Diesel, wheedling to a random airport security person that they really should not/need not confiscate the nouvelle cuticle snippers.
The latter happened once. It was real sad.
Buh-buh-buh-but I just bought those.
To no avail.
In case You don't understand the why's or whichever's the reason that this store rocks is that they are a skincare/perfume/gadget/makeup Centre.
Onwards.
Time once again to rush to eat premiertimewise at Europa and then onwards to the BFO vino tasting with members of the bookgroup gang.
Talked to Liz today about the pending soirée extraordinaire we are plannng for our beloved Cheryl next week.
Flowers, Veuve Cliquot, Cameras, Action.

Rushing, Love.