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Brunch at the Santa Monica Urth Cafe. Dave, Jason's daughter Elise, Donna(?), French guy Lone, Pedja, Matt and Jason.

Me flying Matt's $150-kite. Me letting go of Matt's $150-kite. Matt's $150-kite tore and doesn't fly anymore.

I didn't eat much at brunch because we binged with Matt the night before at an all-you-can-eat Korean buffet. After the sobering low-carb, low-food brunch with the bunch, we decide to go fly a kite on the windiest day ever in L.A. The trick is holding on, I found out. Later that night at a party, I spotted Kenneth Brown, of reDesign. Holy Moly! My other favorite interior designer! I subjected him to a whole litany of embarassing forms of adoration. He sweetly said that Mick and I were the cutest couple in the room. Aww. But we quickly lost rank when that French guy Lone and his girlfriend arrived.

02:53 PM // Sunday April 10, 2005 // permalink

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