In case you had any doubts as to how adorable and sweet and charming Sam Lennie is in real life, let me confirm that she is every bit as lovely as I’d hoped and then some. The moment I met her it felt like we’d already been friends for years; it was so easy to talk to her and it felt like spending the day with an old girlfriend. There’s always a chance when meeting someone for the first time that it will be awkward or anticlimactic, but that couldn’t have been farther from how our Friday went. We spent the day shopping on 5th avenue and being eyed suspiciously by the staff at Bergdorf Goodman, having cocktails at my favorite bar in the city before drooling over every floor of ABC Home on Broadway, and capped off the day with an early dinner in Soho with Sam’s wonderful husband and son (for which they graciously paid and wouldn’t hear otherwise). We hopped on and off the subway a million times, chatted about everything under the sun (yes, you darlings all came up!), and the day passed way too quickly. Disconcertingly quickly. I could’ve used another day or two just soaking up that accent, to be honest.
Oh, and to everyone worried either she or I would end up being a serial killer using our blogs as bait for victims, you’ll be pleased as punch to know that didn’t happen either.
That rug on the floor cost $21K.
The view from Sam’s amazing suite on the 31st floor.
Dinner in Soho.
A sign we made for Annie, who was having a fit we were hanging out without her. How beautiful is Sam??!
I left dinner and flew back to the bus stop in a panic, convinced I was going to miss it, only to have to stand in line for over an hour because the bus was delayed. I ended up not getting home until 11pm instead of my originally scheduled 9:40, but thankfully Fitz was sound asleep in his crate (thanks again to my mom for coming over mid-day to walk the little bugger) and was mostly interested in sniffing the goodie bag of presents Sam had given me. Yes, that’s right, she came bearing gifts, as if hanging out with her wasn’t enough of a gift already.
The willpower involved in not ripping open those Aeros until after I’d photographed them was monumental. One down, 3 to go. And all that London Olympics gear! That bookmark is just about the cutest thing in the world, and that tin of biscuits is delicious. How incredibly sweet and generous is she to bring me all that? I got her….a magnet. Lamest reciprocal present of all time, I know.
And then, early Saturday morning, Boyfriend returned home from India with the black lung. He’s sick beyond belief with a brutal cold. Just like last time he went to India. ARE WE DONE WITH THE TRIPS TO INDIA, YET? He’s been asleep basically the entire weekend, waking only when I force OJ and Emergen-C packets and medicine into him. Suffice it to say, while I’m happy he’s home, the highlight of this long weekend was definitely hanging out with Sam. If you get the chance, I recommend hanging out with her!