Good news: my brilliant blog friends aren't creepy Craig's List killers. In fact, they're the most lovely, interesting and warmhearted bunch I've met since living in New York.
Setarra, a dear one that I've always felt akin to, arranged for us all to brunch it up with Michael and Kelly (too bad Gelman couldn't make it).
We sipped sangria, boisterously filled Diablo Royale with our loud laughter and bargain hunted as a way to escape the heat. We even found a little time for some chocolate, which I had a detailed dream about last night that involved a chocolate bath (I blame you Michael).
It was an absolute blast.