When I woke up this morning, I was pretty sure that I had dreamed the whole part of last night where I went to a remarkably friendly and not-too-crowded fashion party at the Standard hotel and drank vodka from a beaker that was served to me by a bartender in a white lab coat and danced to the Spice Girls and "Mmmbop"…
Because it's a Wednesday, so why not? We already knew
Okay, not really. The part of Neil Young is being played by Jimmy Fallon. Still hilarious.
Another day, another slew of articles about marriage. Who's doing it. How successful they are. (Turns out living together first decreases your chances! Who knew?) And how "the path" to marriage "has been obscured" by icky, newfangled, lets-hang-out dating culture.
