Just got in from the opening night party for the W hotel on Adams. Three and a half martinis later I’m dancing on the dance floor and shaking my sweet ass to the DJ’s. Brigitte was there since 7 and had had four matinir already. There was no coat check so I stuffed my leather jacket and umbrella in a seat off to the side only to discover on my way out there was a guy wearing my jacket! Luckily I was drunk enough to politely thank him for keeping it safe (whilst I checked the tag to make sure it was my jacket). Major night of drunken stupor. I’m coming home on the train and the world is spinning whenever I close my eyes. Good God. I wished Karen had shown up – she always likes to see when Brigitte and I get sloppy. Time for bed and hydration.