those split-second decisions

i was planning to go straight home after work to catch up on sleep (and unpack). instead i went to a last-minute press event that i almost deleted from my inbox. 

my neighbor at dinner was a baroness (and former sex columnist for cosmo). nowadays she dined mostly on champagne and hors d'oeuvres and wrote about food, sex and alcohol. as she talked of past cover stories, industry names and venerable dining establishments on the verge of closing, we wondered if we would also talk of such things if we stayed too long in new york.

4 hours and 8 tasting menu courses later...i've decided that my new resolution is to make decisions so that i don't regret the outcome. (and to be thankful).