in my cd player... Cheryl Lynn "Got To Be Real"   on the page... Donna Tartt The Secret History   into... the new elliptical trainers at the gym... these ones rock; Gerber daisies that last for days upon days; Henry testimonials; long talks in the dark; the flowers about to bloom in front of my window; McGyvering into my apartment with the keys locked inside   definitely not into... the dentist   the funniest one... Todd and I decided that the way for him to be the funniest one for a long time to come, would have been to actually scallop the edge of the tissue paper that was included in the invitation I received to his wedding and color it a bold shade of super hero red or blue. You know, get it ready for its ultimate purpose.   Todd is really all about lost opportunities.   the whole point... I was disappointed to arrive at the National Gallery of Art's Beethoven concert so late that the only seats left were in the Great Hall without a view of the orchestra. I turned on my heel and descended the marble staircase to exit the building. All I wanted to do was watch the cellos and double basses. And without that possibility, the magic of the moment just sort of up and disappeared.   inspired, with cocktails... Really quite frivolous, but I can't help but think that the runway scene at the end of Sex and the City's "The Real Me" was just about the most inspirational one minute and thirty-seven seconds of television I've seen in a while. I love that this show can be so caddy and funny and then turn on some sweet poignant charm when you least expect it.   I think it reruns tonight at 11. You should see for yourself.