Literally, Genevieve Clare

I live in New York. I publicize food and wine and try to decide whether I love or hate this city.

I mostly write about babies and my mom, and am not even a little bit embarrassed about it. One day, I will publish a book. Until then, here’s this.

Email: genevieveclare at gmail dot com.
Twitter: @genevieveclare

February 2, 2010

Things That Were NOT Overheard at Pete’s Birthday Party This Weekend

“I hate sibling weekend in New York.”
“That’s so cool that security is being asshole and not letting anyone in.”
“Paying $1,000 for bottle service is ridiculous. Of course we can’t do that!”
“These heels are holding up really well after dancing around in an inch of liquor and broken glass.”
“God, I’m not sweating at all.”
“This Lady Gaga song is getting old.”
“I can’t believe Travis and Liam didn’t show up because they have broken legs.”
“Stop fist pumping right now.”
“This Ke-dollarsign-ha song is getting old.”
“Let’s be so nice to our friends who showed up late and got iced at the door.”
“Let’s go home early so we’ll be rested for brunch with the baby tomorrow.”

1 month ago