Last night after a fabulous dinner at Little Donkey in Cambridge, which was terribly delicious, despite 3/4’s of the way through the feast, the diner who sat down next to us, WAS YELLING LIKE, CHEERLEADER loud, my friend Karen and I went to see the iconic Fran Leiebowitz.
For those of you who aren’t familiar with Fran, she is someone who gives zero fucks about anything except what she believes. And the only thing she believes is what comes out of her mouth–an opinionated New York perspective that’s both intelligent and hilarious. She is also an author and editor and by her own admission, a lazy person.
In short, I love her and have always loved her. I asked her what she would like to do that she hasn’t done, and she said she’d like to win the lottery so she didn’t have to work. I’m with her.
She also asked me about Bob Dylan winning the Nobel Prize when she was signing my book. She doesn’t think he should have won, but I do.
Extra added bonus: a couple friends were there who I LOVE.
It was a great night. And by the way, she gives Trump zero percent of winning.