Sorry. Due to my social schedule, there is a two-day lag on my posts. Anyway, the diva sometimes known as Suffering Elaine and a flotilla of friends of all colors, creeds and sexual preferences (but mostly journalists she met at
Time magazine or WNYC or else ex-boyfriends) celebrated her birthday on June 28 in the fashionable West Village. There was no suffering involved. Except possibly the next day.
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Hey, Elaine.
Greetings and love from two of your fans in Georgia.
We think you're the bee's knees. Or, more location appropriate, a Peach.
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