While balloons were falling from the sky in hundreds, and confetti in gold and white was popping through the hall like champagne corks do, I lost my online notification-slipper like Cinderella right at midnight.

Without any apparent reason, I thought in 2017: no, not today. No Instagram, no Snapchat, and no filters. Just none of it. And the day when it was different has not yet arrived. Although I had no reason myself and enjoyed being undisturbed and without ‘snaps’ of my coffee or margarita night at La Esquina, I had to come up with an explanation. I received emails. I got phone calls. Friends had friends who wanted to know if I was okay. And the stream of worried texts was also not countable with ten hands. Although I really understand the question marks about my sudden disappearance (I mean: I shared a lot for two years), I was quite shocked by it. People, no online life does not mean you have no life offline. I am not having a meltdown. I am not unhappy. I am not blocked. I have no condition. I am just notification-tired. Drinking cocktails with friends, having lunch with my fiancé, and walking with our woolly child without phones is truly delightful. And that notification-slipper will come back. I still find Instagram amazing. Making beautiful pictures too. So really, for those who care a bit: I will definitely be back. But now, not just yet.

That phone only comes out now and then at moments like this. This is actually the best avocado toast I have ever been served. We are at Sunday in Brooklyn, where there is always a line. But this time we had a reservation. The chef of Altera (another gem of a restaurant in Tribeca) has bent over the menu and rightly so, this is the best avocado toast ever. And believe me: ‘I know my avocados’. Today, it is now Thursday, I am back here for a lunch with friend B. And even on Thursday, the verdict is: best avo toast ever. So don't forget to note on the list for NY: brunch at Sunday in Brooklyn (http://www.sundayinbrooklyn.com/).

Road trip! With Juice Brothers and Suit Supply (or actually with the power ladies behind these companies) we are heading to Connecticut, Greenwich to be precise. We are going for an event with juices, suits, and wine. You understand: I eagerly accepted the proposal to join an event like this. Among the Greenwich Housewives, we sip some wine, after of course a compensating juice (Dragon’s Breath is my ultimate favorite) and we immerse ourselves in the Gilmore Girls-like town. Very cozy, but the final conclusion of the discussion about whether we could live here was really a clear no. And eventually, we stepped back into the car, back to the island. It was a successful event. The evening that followed was certainly also. But that remained outside any form of documentation....

Just in between. I was at Joe & The Juice (where they also offer themselves as a Valentine's date, in case you need one), and across from there was suddenly Aerie. I saw a window filled with flowers and a store filled with lingerie. Adorable. The quality is not great, but the panties and tops are nice. And, I find it very important, without rhinestones and too many bows. So Aerie. It is a pop-up store, so be quick!

Are you following Blue yet? Because he still has some notification urge. But well, a face like this can hardly remain unshared, right?