My traditional birthday cake has always been a carrot cake. So last night, after the show, we stopped at Junior's and I had a carrot-cake cheesecake.It IS New York, after all.
How old am I? Forty-three. I am not bothered by the number; it's like weight -- it's just a number. Doesn't define me.
I'm headed out to the Metropolitan Museum of Art this morning.
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