bring on the sparkly horses
It begins. The giant fridge calendar is already beginning to groan under the weight of commitments, not all of them strictly social. But then, I guess they never really are.
Tomorrow I have two events to cover. The first is an urban planning and design speaker series, followed almost immediately by the sequel to last year's spectacular downtown shopping extravaganza. I won't have time between the two events to procure sustenance, so I am hoping that The Core puts on the same glorious noshery that they did last year. My heart lies with the urban planning session, but my stomach is definitely cheering for the shopping thing.
Naturally, the weather is expected to turn nasty during the day tomorrow, so I will certainly not be one of the chic shoppers who you will see swanning about in sparkly cocktail frocks and strappy little heels. I'll be the one in jeans and Sorels, wiping my nose on my sleeve before elbowing that guy out of the way to get the last shrimp canape.