Soup Dumplings as a metaphor....

They're lava-hot on arrival. Cool them with a pierce of chop stick, let the juice run the gauntlet of your tongue. Slurp. Eat. Ravish. Mouth is destroyed, but they're delicious.

Went to Shanghai today and walked back to work with Julie. Nice talk. Nice walk. Nothing like trudging 20 blocks through chilly Chinatown with a statuesque Korean model bargaining for perfume on Canal St. to make a day ever more memorable.

Guess what hotel is dead center in the middle of the walk back to SoHo?

Yup, the SoHo Grand.

Julie was oh so lucky to be regailed of the stories from that place...Thank god she's a non-judgemental friend who laughs with me at my moments of wearing a bathrobe on the steps of the said hotel one early autumn morning in '06, and meeting AW, no rehab, there in spring '07. No, no, no.