I hadn’t seen Blanton in years, so it was great to reminisce. Topics over dinner ranged from ‘the time I wore painted-on skinny jeans to Austin City Limits and sweated through them to the point that my legs were stained purplish-blue for over a month’ to ‘mutual frenemies and what they are and are not doing with their lives right now.’ He also taught me about selfie lighting (I learned a lot, I really did) and invited me to stop by Bloomingdale’s the following day, where he spends his days doing really cool things for Ralph Lauren (basically Joe’s dream job).
After Bloomingdale’s, Joe and I shopped around at CB2, Restoration Hardware, Pottery Barn, and – the grand finale – Suit Supply, where Joe considered buying 4 suits so seriously that I began to contemplate the earning potential of selling all my organs.
Luckily for me (and my organs), Joe exercised a healthy amount of willpower and left Suit Supply empty-handed, and our finances stayed in tact. And I didn't have to worry about budgetary matters in Restoration or PB either, because our motives for shopping at those places had less to do with furniture shopping and more to do with furniture, shall we say, appropriating; after walking all day, the thought of collapsing onto a plush leather couch in an air-conditioned environment seemed so much more appealing than a rickety old park bench, outside in the humidity. So we did that thing where you act like you’re interesting in buying the particular piece of furniture you’re occupying every time the store employees walk by. “Joe, should we get this couch for your parents’ place in the Hamptons? Or what about the house on Lake Como? Wouldn’t it look so nice next to that cream-colored settee?”
No one in either of our families owns property in the Hamptons or on Lake Como (sadly), and I don’t know anything about a cream-colored settee. I’m also not entirely sure I know what a settee is.
After it became glaringly obvious that we had claimed a certain $7,000 couch for the sole purpose of enjoying what my friend Lindsay calls 'Lounge Time', Joe and I swiftly exited the store and parted ways for the remainder of the night to hang out separately with friends.
Enter Meg Fee. I met her outside of her office so we could walk to dinner together, and my first impression was that I had never seen someone so beautiful in real life. I’m telling you, her photos in blog and Insta form don’t quite do her justice because she is breathtakingly gorgeous, #nofilter and all.
Apart from my admiring Meg's beauty, we had some serious catching up to do! Is it called 'catching up' when you've never met in real life but have exchanged blog comments, tweets, emails and texts intermittently for the past 5 or so years? Either way, I had reserved no less than 6 hours of time with Meg because I knew we would use it, and use it we did. We dined at Barrio Chino (get the guacamole!) and then headed to Hamilton's for dessert where I enjoyed a very large chocolate malt and she enjoyed something that I was too distracted by my malt to notice. She didn’t even mind when I made loud and embarrassing slurping noises with my straw for 30 seconds so as to ensure that I’d really gotten my money’s worth on that malt, which, in my experience, has always been the true test of a good friendship.
After dessert, we couldn’t bear to part ways just yet, so we met up with Joe for a drink (fun fact: on the way there, Meg was ‘recognized’ by a fan on the subway), and plotted and schemed as to how we can go into business together, while Joe smiled and nodded politely, as all good husbands do. She encouraged me to reactivate my blog URL -- begging me on behalf of her mother -- as I debated with her, "But I don't know....I feel like people are so mean on the internet in 2015." And just as I'd expected, our six-hours-or-so flew by in the blink of an eye and before I knew it, it was time to bid her farewell and walk our separate ways home.
But after spending all that time with Meg, I still don’t know what I’m more flattered by; the fact that she wanted to hang out with me for six hours on end, or the fact that her mom loves my blog....?