New York notes: lunch, brows, and a psychic

On Tuesday I had lunch with Leigh, a friend from Northwestern (we met in a psychology class). During our grad school days, we went to Cancun once and The Keg many times. (Google "keg evanston" for some hilarious reviews.) We've also seen a fistfight or two there. Now that we're grownups, we can do the ladies-who-lunch routine. So here we are at the Barking Dog, sans alcohol.

After lunch, I went to Ramy to get my brows done. I first went to him last year and could not believe the results. (That's a compliment to him, not me, by the way.) This time, I had a great time chatting with him about love and life and pets as he worked his mad brow skills.

One last thing: I had an appointment with psychic Tony LeRoy. He doesn't sugarcoat his impressions, so it was fascinating — and painful — to listen to him. He gets right to the heart of who you are. Bam! as I have thought often in the last few days. A thrilling ride, though not for the faint-hearted.