This was for a magical night at Blue Ridge, a place that I absolutely despise, partly because the service is awful and partly because my friends seem to make me go there so damn much (probably just for the special thrill of seeing me seethe). I can go into more reasons why I hate this place, but then this post would become a rant and that would open a whole Pandora’s box of rants just waiting to be explored. Anyway, despite being so blatantly ignored by the bartender (1, 2, 3 people standing at the bar, I kid you not), I had a fine time catching up with friends. So thrilled it was finally warm enough to wear a slinky dress. Sometimes I look at this dress and think the green panel on the shoulder gives it a gladiator-like quality. Thoughts?
Alexander Wang dress
Young, Fabulous and Broke cardigan
necklace from a boutique in Hoboken
H&M knee socks
PS B thinks Blue Ridge makes a “damn fine Manhattan,” but I don’t drink old man drinks so I wouldn’t know.