28 June 2017
Once or twice a year I try to get away on a short true vacation: at least four full days of not work-travel, not working remotely, not answering emails, not near people from work, not near people in my industry. Here are some things that I always make sure to pack:
— Only comfortable clothes (read: only things with stretch)
— Only comfortable shoes (no heels)
— One or two good books (usually 1 fiction, 1 non-fiction)
— No laptop
— Good pens and paper for all the writing I will (won't) get to
— An extra bag to bring back all the shopping I'll do
— Minimal makeup (but I always overpack lipstick)
— Sunglasses for hiding from strangers
— Underwear (once I went to Paris and forgot all my underwear at home)
— At least three cameras (iPhone counts as one)
— A hoodie (which I mostly just wear at the hotel)
— Big headphones (Bose)
— Cordless headphones (Airpods)
— Corded headphones (the free ones that come with phones)
— Sweatpants (I never regret bringing sweatpants / I always regret not bringing sweatpants)
Currently I am packing The Essex Serpent and my favorite sweatpants from Aviator Nation.
12 June 2017
Twelve years ago I wrote my first book proposal at the bar table just to the left of that rose. I'd procrastinated for six weeks before my agent, the ever-patient Mel Flashman, called me on a Friday and asked, "What are you doing on Sunday? Meet me at Eleven Madison Park." We spent the afternoon drinking cocktails and talking through the 21 chapter outline. Mel took notes on a yellow legal pad and, around 7 or 8 that night when we finally left, she handed me a stack of paper with the instructions, "Type these up." That's how How Not to Look Fat was born.
Last night, EMP threw one of the best parties I've been to in years—a closing night for the iconic Madison Park location as we know it. The playlist was epic—Questlove played all the best songs from high school (read: nyc in the '90s)—the drinks were 🔥, and the kitchen was open (for roaming and eating). It was the quintessential New York City send-off for the quintessential New York City restaurant: irreplicable, unpretentious, first-rate, dead cool.
Can't wait to see what happens when the space reopens, post-renovation. In the meantime, see you all at the Hamptons iteration later this month.
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