Had a wonderful evening with the inimitable and lovely Chris, at a showing of Grand Hotel at the shmancy Soho House, presented by Matthew Broderick. There were only 50 people there (49 of them publicists, journalists or guests thereof) so M. Bueller was literally within inches of me many times. Still, I decided against going up to him and letting him know how much in love I was with Ferris when I was younger. Truth be told, I haven't seen that many other movies he's been in, so I would have been hard pressed to continue the conversation. But the drinks were good, the company delectable, and the evening very nice, even though Mrs. Broderick-Parker did not show up (that bitch). I shall return to Chicago tomorrow with fond memories of a fantastic time in NY, as always.

Meanwhile, I am seeing Das Personal Trainer on Friday, which is critical as I feel like I am starting to look like Cartman (JG Melon's amazing burgers on Monday night did not help.)

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