This has never been one of my favorite holidays. It's a day of forced sentiment and horribly over-priced fixed menus. Also, it's my birthday. I have generally not had good luck on my birthday.
Here's what happened one year when I was invited to the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit party. You'd think that would be a great night, wouldn't you? I met Beyonce. I posed with Brooklyn Decker. And
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