Prosecco and Pierogies

My how this week has flown by, hasn't it? Let's see...what was my weave up to?

Tuesday night, I had a delicious dinner at Dell'Anima in the West Village with Ms. Simone and Ms. Kelly. Have you all been before? It's truly scrumptious and definitely worth a visit. Cute Italian country atmosphere and tasty glasses of wine.

Moving onto Wednesday...I am shocked and mortified that I haven't spoken of this earlier, but let's chat for a moment about this season's Project Runway! Yes, one of the few television programs I am currently watching, Runway certainly has kept us on our toes for the past few months. Clearly, I am on Team Fierce and I am quite certain that Little Miss Sunshine Christian will win this season. Anyone who can call that old queen Tim Gunn "Girrrrlllll" to his face and refer to situations as "a tranny mess" certainly wins points in my book. Work it to the finale!

What do you all think about Jillian? I think she's a dumpy cunt who only makes coats with stripes and has very moderate talent. However, I think to most people, she's the strong runner up. If I wanted bland, I would flip through a J. Crew catalog. Next!

No, that's not Nathan Lane, ladies...this big and beautiful queen is Chris Marsh! He's essentially a costume designer calling himself a clothing designer, but we'll forgive him for all his faults with that big scary cackle of his. Not going to win, but provides plenty of entertainment.

Rami is a total one trip pony. Enough draping already! You're making dresses, not elegant roast beef curtains. Boo!

And the most recent cast off...yes indeed...It's Sweet Pea. I think she's genuine and lovely, can make decent ready to wear frocks, but certainly is no "fashion designer". She was rightfully kicked off.

Thursday evening, a bunch of us had a lovely meeting at Soho House where I decided to have yummy Blue Point oysters and goat cheese pierogies for dinner. Now that's how a socialite dines! 2 bottles of Prosecco later and I was in rare form. I zipped up to Terminal 5 to meet the boys at The Bravery show. We shook our bon bons in the VIP and after the show, popped back down to the Meatpacking for one more drink before calling it a night.

Last night, Ms. Nicola and I hit the town like two grandmothers on the run. We had a tasty glass of Kir Royale at The Bubble Lounge, followed by a delicious dinner at Landmarc. One more cocktail at the Tribeca Grand and us old bags called it a night at 1AM.