By the end of last week, I'd spun myself into a white-hot state of exhaustion and hell. I was very "Calgon, take me away."
My salvation to running around like a freaking idiot didn't come from a massage or cocktail, but in the form of Molly Alter's Bat Mitzvah in Montclair, New Jersey. What better way to take a pause and collect than by watching a 13-year-old go deep and break it all down on a Saturday morning?
Like any Manhattanite faced with a trip off-island and the myriad of issues that poses, Mapquest and I grossly underestimated my travel time to New Jersey and I arrived v. early. I took great joy in snagging a great parking spot even though no one else was keeping score and there weren't any bad spots.
I've been friends with the Alters since I moved to NYC in 1990. Emily and I worked together at CBS News and now she's a producer at "The Colbert Report." Jonathan Alter sits at the top of the Newsweek masthead. He's also an author and pundit on every show with smart people, which begs the question why he's not been on a Bravo show of late. (Memo to self: book Alter on "Watch What Happens" to take viewer calls re: "Shear Genius" and Tabatha.)