In a few hours, I'll be crossing two rivers to Across the River's launch party at The Mysterious Bookshop in New York City's Tribeca. My head is about to explode.
If everyone who RSVP'd comes, it will be over 40 guests from almost every chapter of my life: family, Manhattan- and NJ-based friends, poker buddies, ex-colleagues-still-friends from every magazine job I've ever had, a group from my PA exercise classes--even some folks I've worked with but never met face to face. It's like a wake without the big stinky floral arrangements. Better yet, I get to go to the "reception" afterward and eat!
So come. I can never have enough friends, and you might make a new one too. Grab a Yoo-hoo and a snack--but don't eat the Pixy Stix until the end of Chapter 15!
