Bubbles for a Tuesday night.

Given some work priorities, I spent the night in the city on Tuesday - my first night away from Hugo in the whole of his existence. Which is not a dramatic thing, I realize. It must be done, sooner or later; and if it must be done, do it with style, I say.

So I texted an old friend (hi, CC!) and we met up for drinks in the lobby of the Dream Downtown before heading over to Rana for dinner. I texted this photo to Blake and told him I felt like a real Manhattan twenty-something again. Minus the five-pound breast pump in my bag.

Glamour. My life is full of glamour.

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