I showed up at Karen's at something god awful, like 7am. She wanted to show me the real deal for her side of the French Skinny Experiment. She looks great. Read MORE.
I brought her homemade jam and then we set off on a walk. I even did the stairs with her and OMG I don't think I'll ever do that again. It was brutal. I should have followed my original plan of coffee, cigarettes, laughing and pointing while she did the stairs solo. Alas, as much as I like to convince everyone that I'm a major biatch, I could not be so cruel slash unsupportive slash antisocial. So up and down the stairs I went. She made it up to me by taking me to Porto's and treating me to lunch. I ate a Cuban steak sandwich, a fruit salad with a café au lait and a water.
In the afternoon, I visited with a friend of mine (Djibouti) who has 2 rats named Ratus and Tatus as well as a cat named Poodle. Needless to say, she is hilarious. She fed me some "hors d'oeuvres" American style...
I went to a French Tuesday event in LA that night where we had to dress in formal wear and drink champagne all night. That was way more my style. Here's a photo of me and my date on the red carpet. Read MORE.