The galette is a French tradition for Epiphany, celebrating the arrival of the three kings in Bethlehem. It’s a baklava like tart filled with almond paste. A bean is hidden in it and whoever finds it becomes king or queen for the day and gets to wear a snazzy paper crown.

I picked up my retainers at the orthodontist today.

After 18 months of wearing Invisalign braces 24/7 to correct a bad bite, I am thrilled to just wear retainers at night. It was worth living with a mouthful of plastic in order to close my mouth completely. Bonus: I stopped snacking, since I couldn’t eat or drink anything but water without having to remove them.

Behold the miracle that is a Philips screwdriver.

I have an immense appetite.

I want to read all the books, learn all the things, have all the experiences. I am seduced by novelty and potential. My pantry is filled with esoteric spices, my drawers with unused art supplies, and I am 100% sure I will die under an avalanche of unread books.

To the stunned women who own that cute boutique in the Southpoint mall:

Your saleslady just detonated a concussion grenade.

I don’t usually hang out with rock stars or in tattoo parlors.

But Labor Day Weekend in 2013 had me chillin’ with David Lee Roth of Van Halen at Kings Avenue Tattoo on the Bowery.