This is the cutest thing. Why not turn an ordinary supper with a girlfriend into an occasion? Doesn’t have to be the Moulin Rouge–just one little thing that’s special. That is all you need to create a sense of occasion in everyday life. If not now, when?! So here’s what my friend Nina Griscom did this afternoon, using the Penultimate app on her iPad, she wrote:

It went on for two more pages, specifying the dress code (bathrobes), and the evening’s agenda (wide-ranging). The Ninja (as I call her) by the way is a very good cook, so her “mediocrity” is over-modest.

Speaking of modesty, I will now go and put on the bathrobe least likely to look ridiculous trailing beneath my coat, and I will hope to find a cab very quickly. Not that I’m worried about it; it’s New York, after all. But now I think of it… in Tarboro, this is how Mama drove my sister and me to Sunday school nearly every week, with her rain coat over her bathrobe, which hung out the bottom by about two feet. She made even that seem kinda glamorous. I’m sorry she and Nina never had a chance to meet.