Last night I dined at Fraîche, recently pronounced one of the 10 best U.S. restaurants outside New York by The New York Times. The chef there is Jason Travi, who at one time ran the kitchen at the late lamented Opaline, where I threw an all-girl birthday party once (I saw two of those women yesterday, each accomplishing wonderful things in her life).
Fraîche is in Culver City, which was the first place I lived in L.A., long before it was cool and had the busy downtown it does today. (Dessert was two blocks away, at Akasha, eponymously owned by a friend.)
I was out with the handsome and prodigiously multitalented man who was my last West Coast beau. Our relationship has now evolved to a wonderful friendship.
This morning I'm speaking at the company I used to work for, but in a completely different capacity.
Tonight I'm seeing my current ex-husband (also still a good friend) and the lovely Cassie.
I feel so blessed, happy to be able to absorb so much change, and rich in the best possible way.