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I decided to get lunch alone at the bar of Cafe Storica, which turned into pasta and 3 glasses of wine. There wasn't really much else for me to do, to be honest. I wasn't meeting Cristen until the evening, I knew that I shouldn't bother my boyfriend, and none of my other friends were nearby.

I could have done something productive, but I didn't really think it was worth it. The entire year had been spent being productive, and that hadn't made me happy at all. So today was going be dedicated to wine and laziness.

The bar at Cafe Storica turned into the bar at Isabella's, where I had a chat with an attorney heading to an event at the National History Museum. We talked about the Kardashians, and I got his business card.