Lily and I are meeting in Montreal for a little Thanksgiving vacay because:
1. Barry Manilow broke his hip, thereby derailing our plans for a Las Vegas vacay. (Seriously.)
2. This will allow Lily to stalk the lead singer of Priestess on his home turf.
3. We hotwired a swish downtown hotel that will make us feel like Eloise at the Plaza (R.I.P.).
4. What better way to give thanks than to lounge with your oldest friend in a city that’s appealingly unfamiliar to you? It feels like the world is yours, like all things are possible, and that you’re well-partnered for any crimes you might like to commit.
Lily sent me this note as she prepared to depart:
Here’s my itinerary, just in case U care. Also attached is a picture of who I want 2 french me in the coffin in case my plane crashes. Mais (french!) I will C U 4 sure at the Hyatt bar at about 3pm stat on Friday! I’ll have my cell and I’m sure I’ll call and annoy U anyway. I can’t wait! I hope U brought a bikini cause I did. I look like a cheese attached 2 a couple of hams in it, but I don’t care. I can’t wait! Have a safe trip on the train and see if THEY have a bar! Kissy! XOXOL