Spoiled

Tomorrow is my birthday but I got my present early! My husband ( whom I in no way deserve) waited on line for 3 yes THREE hours to get me the new iPhone!

Ahh I love it. I’m posting in a bar right now.

Earlier today I used the GPS to achieve the single most traumatic accomplishment of my life this far… sending my son to camp.

I was so not ready for that. The seperation anxiety is KILLING me!

The poor kid is on his own for the next three weeks. He’s never even been to a sleepover before.

The only funny part was that the kids we viewed as a serious geekfest, dear old son thought were way too cool to even approach, let alone talk to.

Tell me he’ll be ok.

Best Job EVER

Yeah!

I did it.  I landed the best job EVER.  Are you ready?

I am officially a chief blogger for a “Preppy Lifestyle” site.

For realsies!

See: Life in the Cove, THAT’S ME!!!!!

Since I was a little girl, all I ever aspired to be was a paragon of taste…MY TASTE.

So my job is to write about East Coast Preppy Lifestyle.  Since that is more or less what I live, I basically just spend all day thinking and writing about myself.  It is sublimely self-indulgent.

FINALLY, someone really cares about my opinion of the most mundane of life’s details.

Oh, and the swag, I tell you it’s divine.  I received a gigantic box full of the cutest accessories.  It was all pink and green, whale embroidery galore…sniff…it just doesn’t get any better than this.

Excuse me, I have collars to pop.

Impromptu Fine Dining

Last night I had the best meal of my life.

It was a 2-part win.

In the first place, the food was sublime.

In the second, I got to eat said meal, sitting at a bar, which is superior to eating at a table in every way.

Usually when one thinks Le Bec Fin, they think formal, big deal, classic French dining…and well they should because this is EXACTLY what you get in the main dining room. It’s all silk wallpaper, fine silver, orchids and course after course of the most exactingly prepared cuisine you can eat in Philadelphia.

While delicious it’s all oh so very VERY formal.

But walk downstairs after you enter the lobby, and you will find a whole other world.

Oh Le Bar Lyonnais, how do I love thee?

The menu is a la carte. (and a BARGAIN I tell you!)

The gentlemen aren’t wearing coats (well, not all of them anyway.)

And you can pop in on a whim without reservations!

Bernard (not sure his exact job, perhaps professional charmer?) is my favorite person on earth at the moment.

It’s worth visiting for his delicious French kisses alone. (My god that sounds risque, but they were relegated exclusively to the cheek, OBVIOUSLY) Alas, now my eyelids are sprained from all of that coy batting they were doing at him.

Oh, and you still get the whole silver dome theatrics at the bar…the whole experience is delightfully contrived!