A very happy birthday to one of the first people I ever met when I moved to New York.
We met when we were both interns at DNA. I knew we’d be lifelong friends when the day of a gala we sat on a bench outside Gourmet Garage waiting for a donated cheese platter, and we talked about how we’d like to be Euro trust fund trash, living in our SoHo lofts, smoking cigarettes and drinking wine.
Some things never change. We still talk about moving to Paris and living in a flat and throwing our wine bottles off our balconies and saying things like “fuck theeeese Americannes.”
Jessica Lynn, I hope you have a spectacular SPECTACULAR birthday and a happy “year before the year.” I look forward to going to Napa for your 3-0, and generally believing that I am in the movie Sideways.