Last night was for picking out fun honeymoon gifts for our coworker at The Pleasure Chest and celebrating her upcoming marriage at my favorite neighborhood bar and for seeing an old, dear friend and catching up over red wine & dumplings at Tao. And for generally treating a Monday like a Saturday night out.
You know when you write precious fall-themed copy (with a nod to pumpkin spice EVERYTHING at the request of a VP) and people on the internet inform you that the sale is a little scandalous because the Urban Dictionary definition of pumpkin spice is “a handjob with nicely-scented lotion”??????
Surely one of the more hilarious unintended innuendos I’ve come across. Only hope my words don’t rub anyone else the wrong way. Or the right way??
LA, part 2.
Great trip. But incredibly happy to be back in New York City, as always.
Flying from NYC to LA today on an A321 from JetBlue’s newest fleet (my first time since launch) and not only have I watched Friday Night Lights and Hoda & Kathy and terrible things on Bravo & TLC (standard flight behavior courtesy of inflight DIRECTV), I’ve also been able to get work done & read the entire internet thanks to Fly-Fi (plus in-seat power outlets!) and I’m sitting in an Even More Space seat (even though all JetBlue seats have the most legroom) and enjoying free snacks from the mid-cabin marketplace AND our pilots/the weather are getting us across the country in 5 hours instead of 6. So what I’m saying is, I know I’m biased, but this is a pretty fantastic way to fly, which, of course, is magic in itself.
I’m up to my ears in unwritten words.
Can’t take me anywhere. Even the internet.
Four days deep in the heart of Texas…
- I spent as much time as possible with the world’s cutest nephew, snuggling up in bed watching Frozen, meeting every single animal & bug he’s ever collected (& getting pranked with the fake ones), making movies of his nonstop energy, going on after-school adventures, giggling at him terrorizing the neighborhood in his tiny John Deere, telling stories to each other and loving every morning he woke me up with freshly-picked flowers, even at 7AM.
- I was super happy I got to see some of dad’s newest commissioned pieces in downtown Houston, including his latest sidewalk poems which span a good portion of the brand-new METRO stations. ‘Tis very, very, very cool to see his art EVERYWHERE and to hear all my local friends say how much they love his work.
- Of course I drank all the Texas-sized margaritas and Shiner Beer and ate all the Tex-Mex with some of my oldest and closest friends. Dirty martinis and BBQ were also involved.
- We went to Target/heaven for exactly 28 minutes and I bought all the things.
- It was approximately 150 degrees the entire time. How was I a Texan for 22 years?
- Just to solidify my vanity, I did a few photoshoots in dad’s library.
- And yes, I rode a bull. Because Texas.
- I also attended the wedding of my dear friend Clint, who I’ve known for 25 years (and who I’ve been calling Clintoris for about 24), and while the bride & groom looked beautiful and everything was quite lovely, it is most important to note that there was A QUESO FOUNTAIN at the reception. I mean. Put that flawless wedding in a bridal magazine NOW.
- All in all, ‘twas a great visit with my family & my friends & now I’m absolutely reveling in the cool NYC weather & only eating green things to make up for my Texas-meat-cheese-booze diet & working like a wild animal to meet deadlines & preparing for LA this weekend, and, and, and! It never ends. And I reckon I kinda like it that way.