Had a lovely post-wedding brunch at the White Plains Crown Plaza Hotel this morning, which just happens to be across the street from The Westchester, as in one of the most ridiculous and expensive malls I've ever been in. Not that I've been to many malls other than the much more down at the heel Jefferson Valley Mall, where I spent an embarrassing amount of time as a suburban teenager. We, or at least I, was excited at the prospect of walking around a mall. I bought a black cardigan on sale at the Gap. Marcos found some stripey socks that caught his fancy at Nordstrom's. Then we went home.