12 inches

I couldn't sleep last night; I think I'm still on West Coast time. I think I finally fell asleep in front of Entourage around 4am, and managed to wake up at 11 for a noon yoga class...that was actually at 1 because I misread the schedule (I'm trying out Bikram LES for a week. So far, so good. I actually know one of the teachers, Corinne, from Union Square). But I browsed at McNally and Jackson for awhile and bought a bunch of books.

By the time I finally got dressed, fucked around on the computer, and did some serious couch-laying it was like 4pm and Dalia came home. We went to Essex for dinner and drinks and amazing catching up around 7. The pear ginger saketinis (half price!!) were good, and my mac & cheese was delish of course, but the fucking homemade potato pancakes are to die for -- caviar included (yes, classy latkes).

(during the day, from NY Mag)

After, we went to hang out with the guys upstairs from Dalia's, enjoying a nice California Zinfandel. And then Dalia enjoyed some Stella. And then she fell asleep in front of Family Guy.

MEANWHILE, its snowing fucking 12 inches tonight apparently. The city is quiet. It's amazing. When it snowed in Paris, it was beautiful, because Paris is beautiful and it was unusual. But it wasn't nearly as much snow as in New York. That's because New York can handle its shit, but when it needs to be, it's peaceful. I wouldn't trade the drunken phone screamers and the garbage trucks for anything.