On Saturday we paid our respect to the perpetual calendar by imbibing and testing the wares on one another’s wrists at The Flower Store in Soho, a stylish spot that seems like a cooler model of your grandparents’ basement. The thought was that the parents who wore a perpetual calendar (which wasn’t required to attend, in fact) might watch the date roll over from 29 to 1, compensating for the intercalary year. Perpetual calendar house owners have to attend a protracted, very long time for this to occur, so would possibly as effectively have fun the event, proper?
