When you start the day with mimosas at 8am to catch up with a friend living overseas, you’re doomed to spend the rest of the day polishing off that cheap prosecco, right? MM is gonna have a fun time with me today.
Earlier this week, the Drinking Club caught up over FaceTime for a cathartic Whine and Wine session. In this time of physical distancing (which is now what I’m calling it, after seeing it in a newsletter–social distancing is too bleak), every phone call, Skype, and email feels precious. My hope is that we continue to engage and extend ourselves long after this crisis is over. A girl can dream. DR is dreaming that COVID is the end of hugging. She may get her wish.
Here’s what you missed this week:
- Not only are there no dolphins in Venice, but Fitzgerald did not write that quarantine letter. (Oprah Magazine)
- If anyone ever asks which author you’d invite to a deserted island, do NOT say David Sedaris. (The New Yorker)
- If you’re not a bathtub reader, it could be the balm for your battered soul. (EW)
- Thank you, The Guardian, for reporting how awesome book clubs are. As if we didn’t know already. Side note: the Drinking Club is not accepting applications (and trust us, it’s for your benefit).