Happy Birthday Ian!!!!

Muchos besos (y sushi!!)!!

xox-
io!

Of course, if it had to happen it would have happened to me...

I am a relatively young, attractive, single woman who was recently given the okay to see other people. Needless to say, I am now on the lookout for cool people to see. Actually, I am not on really on the lookout, but more open to finding cool people to see in my regular sphere of existance.

As it is to be expected, last night I went to Hallows Even.

The thing about being friends with "talent" is that they all usually hang out together and they usually try to blend in with the crowd. I guess in that way it's great that they are all part of the electronic culture because chances are that the average person will just let them be (unless of course that average person is me and I end up almost having a heart attack because you hugged me/bought me a drink/walked me into a club/asked me the time/played with my dogs).

Anyway, MAPO and MDFC were VJing at the event last night, and as we all know Yuri is going out with MDFC so we were all chilling by the visual tent while some VIP+ bracelets turned up for MDFC and Yuri (we hate hanging out with the mere mortals). It was then that I saw him and I fell in love: Vello Virkhaus.

Vello is a VJ, a very talented VJ if I may say so myself. He is commonly known as VJ V2. I saw him and I went like stupid which of course creates a problem. I hung around the tent in my little dress staring at him like a 10 year old girl. Terrible thing! Then as I am trying to be cool and make eye contact some guys staring hitting on me really annoyingly so next thing I know I am telling them that I am a lesbian and of course, then he looks.

After a while, it seemed like a lost cause. I wanted to talk to him but I couldn't. He was completely immersed in his little world of graphics and buttons and stuff so we went back to the VIP+ area so I could lust after him from afar. Which I did.

Then MDFC turns up and tells me what was probably the worse thing I have ever heard.

*gasp*

Vello's girlfriend is DJ Sandra Collins.

*plop*

OKay, so I didn't talk to him. Chances are I probably wouldn't have talked to him unless I had like 527 drinks. But still, how does one compete with Sandra Collins, "The Trance Goddess"? Hell, I am a huge fan! I've dance to her music on a couple of different venues and I even think that she is somewhat of a hottie.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My ego is bruised. It is at times like these that I ask myself "what could I possibly offer an extraordinary guy who already ahs an extraordinary woman"? I know I could do just fine with an average guy and I could even steal an extraordinary guy from an average woman (which I wouldn't do) but an extraordinary man who already has an extraordinary woman...Uff...

It is very likely that Sandra and Vello will read this and laugh, or maybe they'll hate me. (For some reason DJs like to Google themselves a lot and end up responding to a lot of the posts about them) In any case, I just want to thank them for being together because if nothing else now I can use as an excuse that I didn't talk to Vello because his girlfriend was Sandra Collins (not because I am a chicken).

Don't forget to dress up!

...and they shared shoes...

Girl 1: I can't believe that he cheated on her just like that...they've been together for years. and what's worse, she is staying with him.

Girl 2: I don't know what I would do if that happened to me...that's a terrible thing...and then to find out just because some other chick got jealous, not even the girl he cheated with...

Girl 1: It's a good thing that's never happened to me. I am so lucky that boy really respects me...he would never put me in a position where people would talk about me behind my back and feel sorry for me like we are doing with girly-girl...

Girl 3: Right. I gotta' go...

(she liked girl 2 and yet, she couldn't bring herself to tell her that Boy had put her in that position. Repeatedly. with her. This had all happened before they met, but still...The girls were now "friends...")

drowning my sorrow...

with other people...

The children.

These are my brothers and sisters, only Gus is missing.
We come in sets of 3.
Six of us share a dad.
Three of us are not blood related to the other six.
But there are still nine of us.
and we hang out.
and we care about each other.
and we come together to celebrate.

This time we were celebrating our youngest sister's engagement (again).
We hadn't celebrated anything good in a long time...

♥

I love you
You make me
I love you
You break me
I love you
You aknowledge me
I love you
You ignore me
I love you
You build me
I love you
You destroy me
I love you
You change me
I love you
you mold me
I love you

I love you.

It irks me to love you.
I hate to love you.
It unnerves me to love you.
It literally makes me sick to love you.

But I love you.

and I can't control it.

and I want to send you to hell at least 4 times each day,
ESPECIALLY when you tell me it's okay that i'm with someone else...

but I just can't...

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

[sigh]

...

xox-
me :)

Human Life...

Today I stumbled across that video on Perez Hilton's site. I think that's probably one of the most shocking images I've seen in a long time. There is Michael J. Fox, someone most of the people of my generation is familiar with, in what seems to be the advanced stages of Parkinson's Disease.

It breaks my heart.

I think that most of us go through life knowing that certain things exist but don't understand the magnitude of what those things are until we are exposed to them somehow. Living in the age of information there shouldn't be an excuse for anyone to say that there is anything they haven't seen, and yet, even I myself am guilty of not knowing, of not looking to know.

A very good friend of mine was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis 3 or 4 years ago. It was trying to understand what that was that I became acquainted with the term "stem cell research". Personally, it upsets me to know that there are lawmakers out there who think that this is a bad thing. Sure, I understand the many shades of ethical gray regarding this issue; but for the life of me, I don't understand why someone would want to ban the possibility for people with afflictions like Parkinson's or MS of maybe one day having a cure or a treatment that could extend their life and improve the quality of it.

I think that it's easy to hide behind our faith, which is ultimately what drives the ethical engine in our society, when we say that it is wrong to destroy embryos or attempt cell cloning. But I ask myself, shouldn't our faith lead us in the direction that will help us save a fellow human?

My mom has asked me why I have so many issues with my religion and with religion in general. I have told her that I can't be okay with a religion that will let people die of AIDS rather than modify its teachings. I can't be okay with a religion that will let people believe that God is not okay with family planning. I can't be okay with a religion that will treat different as an abomination. I certainly can't be okay with a religion that will protect potential life more vehemently than already existing life.

I wish that the people who have the power to make a difference in the lives of so many people would step up to the plate and remember that they have a responsability to us all. At the end of the day, people can say all kinds of horrible things about the moral fiber of a person but nobody can ever say that you lack moral fiber because you helped save someone.

Today I am going on a mini vacation. Actually, I don't know if it can be considered that because there is a purpose to my trip and it's not necessarily all rest and relaxation, but I'll go with that mentality. It'll make me feel better. I'm taking perrito with me too so that will be good.

I'm taking this weekend to dive into work- just elsewhere. Apparently every business idea we have had in the past couple of months has been extremely good and so we have decided to work on all of them. Luckily, all I need for now to get my stuff done is my laptop, a phone, a pencil, and a smile because I can't imagine myself spending hours and hours sitting in front of a desk.

Also, I have been preparing myself psychologically for the possibility that I might move. I kept saying that I wanted to leave the country, but as usual I forgot to be specific in terms of my wishing, so it is very likely that I will end up living in the neighbor country of CAP Cana. (I know that's still DR, but as far as everyone is concerned, that's a separate universe let alone country!) Weirdly enough, I am kind of excited about the idea. I mean really...there are way worse places for me to live! Plus it will do me good. Maybe it's all the pollution that has me sick (or something). In any case, I still have to wait and see how the cookie crumbles because there is a lot going on in the next couple of weeks. For one, my (step) sister is getting married and that has been the beginning and end of every conversation for the past number of weeks.

I wish she'd just elope. So much drama!

Actually, after all the money that's been spent, I wish the wedding day would just get here quick so there would be something else to talk about! I really hate weddings. I do. It seems to me like with the amount of money that you spend on a wedding, you could put a down payment on a house, which ultimately would be more useful than a wedding. Why is it that society deems it so necessary that you should have to invite everyone and their mother to eat your food and drink your alcohol just so you can make a vow of eternal monogamy?

Whatever.

days, mating, rituals and stuff that makes me tingly all over ;)

I am tired of birthdays and I am tired of buying presents. This birthday thing has gotten on my last nerve. Since September I have been to 1234567890 birthday parties, sent out 1234567890 birthday emails/cards more, and dished out money for 1234567890 presents.

I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!

At times like these I feel like there should be a ban on holiday sex. I mean, seriously. All the people who have birthdays in September/October were conceived during the holidays and Valentine's Day...all that joy, the season for giving...blah!

Work wore me out more than usual today so I am beyond tired, and am super moody. The only positive thing about today is that perrito officially has a name: Klimt. He appears to like it, though I am certain that he will be like those Dominicans from the countryside who have names like Juan but everyone calls them Pedro. Even though Klimt is his official name, it is very likely that everyone will forever call him "perrito".

There is a 5K race this weekend and I am thinking about participating. Right now I am the most out of shape I have been in years, but I feel that it is necessary that I should do something to prove to myself that being sick hasn't turned me into absolute shit. I loved to run. I still do. It's so weird how some things define you. I am never so clear as to who I am, as I am when I am running...

9 more days :)

Happy Birthday Tiffer!

I hope you have a wonderful day!
I'm sorry I couldn't be there to celebrate with you but I love you still and I'm thinking of you!!!

Love always,
Ana

Woo hoo! Hottie is back :D

First and foremost, womens?!?!? who made that flyer??? sweet Jesus...

That said, I doubt I'll be going to that. First and foremost, it's at Loft. AGAIN. And we all know how I feel about that place these days...but he is a hottie and he is kind of a friend...hmmm


This, however, I will try very hard to make it to. This is from our friends at Sonic Architecture, and I've been looking forward to it for a long time. I was convinced it was tomorrow but what are you going to do? it's really today.

And today is the actual celebration of Yvette's birthday. Even though I celebrated with her yesterday (we had lunch at Sophia's) until I was physically illed (I ate WAY too much) I can't NOT go to her dinner thing tonight. But I'll probably leave early. I really want to go check out Osunlade!

Happy Birthday My Gorgeous!!

I love you tons and I wish you lots of love, sex, money, happiness and
success (though not necesarily in that order)...

hugs and kisses,
me :)

Another joy in my life :)

Yesterday this handsome fella' became a part of my household.



He is a seven week old Maltese. As of right now, he has no name. I am watching him, learning about his personality so that I can give him a good one (he didn't like Corto). For the time being though, I call him "perrito" or when I am trying to be funny "puppycito".

Puppy and I have been spending a lot of time together. Yesterday afternoon we napped together, and last night he became my roommate. He didn't want to sleep in his bed though (he liked mine) so he spent more than half of the night crying. But he is so good! when he had to pee he used his newspaper. I love him already :)

Our other dogs like him a lot, especially Katerina. She wants to carry him around in her mouth all the time but he is feisty and he won't let her. He already learned that if he goes under most of the tables here, she won't be able to get to him. He is a smart little pooch!

Anyway, yeah...I am done gushing and bragging about my new child. Today I am going to stuff him in his little bag and I am going to take him out to see the world. I mean seriously, if he is going to hang with me he needs to be sociable :)

Things I'll never understand...

Every once in a while something will happen that will make me question everything I know. It is amazing how powerful culture and tradition can be in terms of defining what we know as right and wrong. It is simply humbling to find oneself in a situation where if logic, reason and science say it shouldn't be, one still accepts it because it is in our folklore and mores to believe that things like that can happen.

Today I saw the weirdest thing I have seen in my life (well, not the weirdest but it's definitely on the top 3).

At around lunch time, I went to peek around the kitchen to see if my lunch was ready. I noticed that my potatoes were still on the stove even though they looked like they had been ready for a while. That was pretty weird because Candida, our housekeeper, usually takes them out way before they start falling apart. Hmmm...so I asked Gladys, the laundry lady, where Candida was and she said that she was in bed because she had a horrible headache and chills and God knows what else.

We worry a lot about Candida. In the 7 years she has been working in my house, she has had two heart attacks. As one might expect, I immediately rushed to the service house and went into her room to make sure that she wasn't dying or anything. I asked her if she was okay and if she had taken her medication (she smokes a lot, drinks a lot of coffee, and is a little forgetful in regards to her pills). She said that she had taken it and that she just had a really bad headache. I asked her if she needed to go to the hospital, she said no but I felt that we better.

I came back into the house and I ran into Ivan and I told him that I was going to tell our mom that we were going to take Candida to the hospital. I went upstairs, talked to my mom but she wanted to go check her blood pressure first. I went back to Candida's room to tell her that my mom was coming to check her blood pressure when I notice that she looked dead. I mean, Gladys said that she had passed out but she couldn't have been sleeping because I had left her wide awake 3 minutes before. I freaked out. I sat on her bed and started calling her "Candida, Candida".

Well, like ten seconds later this woman who weighs a good 200+ pounds and is not exactely a spring chicken anymore, somersaulted off the bed, opened her eyes wide open, raised both arms over her head and started saying "I am not Candida" and chanting God knows what else in some gibberish that I am pretty sure wasn't even country Spanish. At first I thought that she was having some kind of epileptic attack but then I didn't know what that was.

Yeah, I ran out of there like a bat out of hell.

I was coming inside to tell my mom that we didn't need a doctor, that we needed an exorcist when I ran into Ivan again. He was also like "what the fuck?!"

While I was upstairs telling my mom what was going on, Candida was going around my house with a bucket of water and some flowers of some sort making crosses everywhere and splashing water all around our property. Marino, the butler, and Gladys, were all freaked out because she kept saying these weird prayers and saying all these weird things. Yet, all the while they were like "oh! she is just possessed".

Apparently in this neck of the woods is normal for people to be posessed!

By the time my mom and I made it to the service house, Candida was back in her room. She was still in this trance. Her eyes were all weird, the look on her face was strange to me. My mom sat with her and held her hand and started talking to her, who then claimed wasn't a her anymore but a bunch of hims. She (or he or whoever that was) said that they had come because our home needed protection because someone was doing bad things to us and that's why we were sick (flu) and that we weren't doing as well as we usually do. My mom kept on talking to her, and after a while "they" said that "they" were ready to leave.

Candida's body started to pray and her face came back to normal. It was like she was morphing back into herself.

Now, as we all know I am trained as a clinical psychologist. I know that what I saw in there, the DSM IV probably has a name for. That's the kind of episode that could cause someone to get locked up. Yet, in my culture, apparently this happens all the time!

"Oh she is posessed!"
"Oh now we have another Lourdes" (the housekeeper in our MC house who gets posessed and starts foretelling the future. BTW, she is usually right).

My scientifically oriented brain says "this woman needs help" but the side of my brain that deals with the supernatural if you will, says that "this is normal. It happens". My mother says it's okay. I know that no matter what I should always trust her...

I mean, it's not like any of us here practice voodoo or anything like that. I don't get it.

25° 47' N 80° 17' W

You gravitate towards me...

I hate that we are so connected...that the world is so small...
I know what I know and I know what's inside me.
I know what I want to remember and I know what I want to forget.
There are times when I delete you from my memory,
even if for a little while...but just like that...
there you are.
You are there even when you are not there.
I hate that we are so connected...that the world is so small...
that I could be sitting in some bar and a story gets told
and out comes your name.
"Do you know him?"
And it could be anybody else's name...
but it's you.
Your rubber duckies
Your apartment
Your keys
Your sofa
Your balcony
Your bed.
And "oh my God he is such a great guy!"
you are such a great guy!
I'm so lucky to have you. To have had you.
(Or so they say.)
I hate that we are so connected...that the world is so small...
that if before I met you I didn't know you
now you are a constant in my world.
Were you always a part of my world?
Am I an extention of you?
Can I not hide from you?
Does all of this seem unnatural because being with you is so natural?
Does it ever end?

I should move to Samoa.
You don't know anyone there, do you?

Isn't he sexy?

I REALLY like Seb Fontaine but unfortunately, I am going to have to pass on this one. Actually, I am thinking that I may pass on all future parties as long as they take place at Loft. That's not a venue for these DJs. If I am going to go dancing, by God, there better be room for me to dance. Loft is too small. Loft is a safety hazard.

The daycare experience

As of late, I have found a number of my girlfriends getting involved in relationships with younger men. I am not talking about Demi and Ashton type age differences but age differences that are small yet noticeable.

It seems to me like dating a younger man has become a trend.

Some time ago, I shared "a moment" with a guy who later turned out to be 22. I mean, he looked at least 25 and he wasn't any more immature than I was so I automatically assumed that he was within my age range (you know, 26-27). When I found out that he was 22, I nearly had a nervous breakdown. I felt like a Mrs. Robinson. When he was born I could already read. I was practically scarred for life. Until I had yet another "moment" with another 23 year old- and this time I was well aware of the fact that he was 23.

I often laugh at myself because I contradict myself a lot. I often laugh at myself because everytime I say "I could never..." or "I would never..." I end up in that exact position doing what I didn't intend to do (no pun intended).

I've often said that I'm not a nanny and I'm not a mom and that I don't want to be with a man who needs to be taught how to act like a man. But after hearing my friends talk about what I've lonvingly labeled "the daycare experience", I am thinking that maybe all along I've been looking at it all wrong. Maybe it's easier to groom a boy into being the man you need than it is to find "the perfect man". If you think about it, every grown man has already been molded by someone and as a result no matter how close to what you want he may be, he is never going to be perfect for you.

Each relationship adds more bagagge. Maybe it would be much better to find someone with the least amount of bagagge so that they can be more receptive to our needs. Someone who is perhaps not as experienced so that they can gain experience as we like it.

I don't know. I'm toying with the idea of a 23 year old playmate.

Keep rationalizing annush.

Meme time!

I lifted the questionnaire from Grant. If you steal this meme, do us both a and avoid using President Bush for any answers. It’s just too easy.

1. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?
I dunno...I hate people equally. I can't imagine that I would want to blow up just one person :P

2. You can flip a switch that will wipe any band or musical artist out of existence. Which one will it be?
hmmm...i would like to wipe out entire genres. I don't think that any one artist would make that much of a difference in my life. Except maybe like Jessica Simpson...

3. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?
They know who they are!

4. What is your favorite cheese?
Gouda..or mozarella. I know, they are completely unrelated but i like them both equally.

5. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your immediate disposal. What kind will you make?
Well, assuming that I wasn't allergic to gluten, WHICH I AM, I would make myself a provolone, roasted chicken breast, red onions, lettuce, tomatoes, olives and mustard on whole wheat.

6. You have the opportunity to sleep with the movie celebrity of your choice. We are talking no-strings-attached sex and it can only happen once. Who is the lucky celebrity of your choice?
Movie celebrity...hmmm...it would have to be Gael Garcia Bernal.

7. You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who do you pick?
I am still strangely attracted to Trent Reznor.

8. Now that you've slept with two different people in a row, you seem to be having an excellent day because you just came across a hundred-dollar bill on the sidewalk. Holy crap, a hundred bucks! How are you gonna spend it?
I'd buy myself a couple of stickers so I can get an upgrade on my next trip.

9. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?
AHHHHHHHH!!! I should have read the questions first...hmmm...for question 8 the new answer will be "the toilettries I will have to buy since the TSA won't let me take stuff with me without giving me grief" and then for this question my answer will be Bali.

10. Upon arrival to the aforementioned location, you get off the plane and discover another hundred-dollar bill. Now that you are in the new location, what are you gonna do?
Go out to eat. I don't eat airplane food and that's a loooooooooong flight!

11. A demon rises out of Hell and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. It is...?
Veuve Clicquot Rose

12. Rufus appears out of nowhere with a time-traveling phone booth. You can go anytime in the PAST. What time are you traveling to and what are you going to do when you get there?
I'd wanna go to different times for different reasons...if it was only the recent past I could visit, I would go back to 2 years ago and done something differently. If it was somewhere in the distant past, I would go to the victorian age just so I could wear those corseted dresses. If it had to be somewhere in between, I would go back to something like 50 years ago and buy the airspace on which cell phone signals travel.

13. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place?
No littering :)

14. You have been given the opportunity to create the half-hour TV show of your own design. What is it called and what's the premise?
It would be called "Dead House" and it would be about a mortician who had was into necrophilia.
15. What is your favorite curse word?
Fuck...and then there is of course coño

16. One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren't really doing anything, they're just standing around your bed. What do you do?
Think “Cool – mummies”, then go back to sleep. I’ll play with them in the morning.

17. Your house is on fire! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don't worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what's the item?
My photo album

18. The Angel of Death has descended upon you. Fortunately, the Angel of Death is pretty cool and in a good mood, and it offers you a half-hour to do whatever you want before you bite it. Whatcha gonna do in that half-hour?
I'll have sex. If there is no available warm body in sight, I'll have phone sex.

19. You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what's even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What's it gonna be?
Teleportation.

20. You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?
hmmm...THAT half hour ;)

21. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?
I don't think I've ever had such a horrible experience that I would need to erase it...

22. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool stuff... you can move to anywhere else in the world! Bitchin'! What country are you going to live in now?
Italy...Toscana!

23. This question still counts, even for those of you who are under age. Check it out. You have been eternally banned from every single bar in the world except for ONE. Which one is it gonna be?
the one that's most popular in toscana seeing how i am going to be moving there and all!

24. Hopefully you didn't mention this in the super-powers question.... If you did, then we'll just expand on that. Check it out... Suddenly, you have gained the ability to FLOAT!!! Whose house are you going to float to first, and be like "Dude, check it out... I can FLOAT!"?
I don't think I'd do that...I'd just float somewhere and be there. I'd probably float to Miami though...there is someone I would like to say hello to

25. The constant absorption of magical moonbeams mixed with the radioactive vegetables you consumed earlier has given you the ability to resurrect the dead famous-person of your choice. So which celebrity will you bring back to life?
Gustav Klimt. I keep wondering what exactely inspired his painting "The kiss" and who the woman is.

26. The Gates of Hell have opened, and Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person, etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?
My ex bf's brother. He died in a drunk driving accident when he was 19. It wasn't his time.

27. What's your theme song?
these days it's Crazy by Gnarls Barkley

A note to the TSA:

You make me feel UNSAFE.

I go through your tedious screening process. FINE. I wear practically nothing to avoid any kind of beeping and most importantly touching from any of your staff members. I wear flip flops with socks in order to not have to deal with all the bacteria from the shoes of the 8 million people who go through that security checkpoint at JFK. I pack toiletries in my little quart sized ziploc bag in compelte compliance with the rules. I also pack my medication along with their respective prescription in a quart sized ziploc bags.

Yet, after you scan all my stuff including my passport you detain me. Someone opens my bag and touches all of my personal belongings including my tampons. Apparently there is a gray area as to whether or not tampons are allowed on a plane. I have my period. I can prove this. You let it go. You keep looking and you find my regulation plastic bags. You go through my medication and decide that I can't take it because each bottle is 3.6 ounces and there are 4 bottles. IT'S MEDICATION AND I HAVE A PRESCRIPTION. Very well, yeah. You figure that maybe I'll die without it (murder) and that would be a lawsuit worse than what you would get if there had been a terrorist act. You keep on snooping. Going through my other baggie. And there you find mascara. There were two tubes of black mascara. You opened them up, looked at them, smelled them, brushed the little brush against the gloves you had used to handle my shoes. THANK YOU VERY MUCH, THAT USED TO GO IN MY EYES! A WASTE OF $44 + 8.625% tax. You keep snooping, find my deodorant, decide to take it even though there aren't 3 ounces of it in the container. Not even 2 ounces. Fine. I just wanted to go because my flight was leaving in 15 minutes. It had been 45 minutes since you had stopped me. I get antsy, my flight was about to leave me and I'm told to calm down. Yes, I am sure that when you are about to miss the last flight because someone is being retarded you calm down too. Finally, you let me go. I take my suitcase. I barely made the flight.

Once I am finally on the plane, I put my luggage away. I open my purse to take out my passport to fill out my forms only to realize that there were 4 lighters, a glass ashtray I had received as a gift and an apple in there.

FYI: Mascara can't blow up a plane. A lighter could.

If you are going to make me go through that, at least do a good job.

If I can learn your crazy policies, you can too.

Focus people.

I'm back!

...and I am exhausted.

Sometimes, there aren't enough hours in a day!

I had a GREAT trip. So what if I didn't get more than a few hours of sleep until like the third night? In the words of a certain blonde I know "we sleep when we are dead!"

I saw my brother Gus and some of my best friends, and together we partied at some really great places. I danced to Little Louie Vega and Deep Dish. I met a lawyer named Vincent, a financial analyst named Charlie, a real estate appraiser named Louie, promoter named Edoardo, a salesman named Mike and a DJ named Jack. I ate a lot of gluten. Actually, I ate a lot in general. I discovered a place called Really Cool Foods. I had 527 pumpkin spice lattes. I bought everything. I was cold. I wore boots and thigh socks with sweater dresses (I really like that look, I could wear that forever!). I was hugged and kissed a lot. I walked from the Upper East Side to the Meatpacking District. My lips were chapped. I got lost inside a Barnes and Noble for 4 hours and I loved it!

I loved New York for all 5 days I was there.

I was glad I left when I did though.

To my mommie...