“I really can’t afford to get lunch.”
Which is why I walked out of Bottega Louie this afternoon with just a coffee–and, uh, $14.60 worth of French pastry perfection.
But to explain the impulse: It was Saturday. I had just seen the babe of my dreams at the library, I bought a great book for a dollar, it was raining, and I just kept playing the same song five times in a row on my iPod. So a box of macarons, wrapped like I wasn’t about to tear through them in a gritty strip mall in downtown LA? Just icing on the cake.
