Hundreds of people are invited, mostly clients and friends. I wear heels because the occasion calls for it, and am quickly reminded that I shouldn't. Walking from the subway to the event is difficult. I wobble. I walk slowly. And my feet ache every step of the way. I think all future shoe purchases will have little elevation. How sad.
My hair looks frightening. I had the keratin treatment a week ago and my hair is still stick straight and flat (albeit healthy looking). To make things worse, I can't color my hair for two weeks after the keratin treatment. I wish I'd planned better. It's now been four weeks since my hair was last colored, and the half inch white roots are bright and noticeable.
Hordes of people are at Abbey's offices when I arrive. I only know family members, and immediately find some. I am a much better conversationalist when my feet aren't killing me and my hair looks good. Odd how these factors affect my socializing ability.
I am proud being related to Abbey, and his amazing mother Rita. At 93 years old, she still stands tall in heels and looks as she always does, elegant and poised.
After the event I meet M at Bowery Meats in the East Village. She is visiting from Boston and staying the night.
I have my third drink of the evening with M, which is three more than I usually have. Though I really don't need any alcoholic to feel relaxed around my very close friend. The food is excellent (we both get strip steak) as well as everything else about the evening.
But in typical M fashion, when I try to take a picture, this is the best I can get.
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