I’m back from New York. And even though I know I was supposed to power through the jet lag and not fall asleep til my regular bedtime…I am weak. I woke up at 1am PST this morning to catch my flight and got to LAX just after 11. One very interesting shuttle ride later (during which I played Goodwill Ambassador of Hollywood to a group of six Brit boys–one of whom was suffering from motion sickness, poor thing–they seem to be everywhere lately, Brit boys, I mean) I was home, about 2pm. I had to staunchly refuse the Russian driver’s offer to take me to the best soup in Los Angeles. I had great plans for this evening, including sushi, movies, and driving my car aimlessly. But after checking messages I decided to have a brief rest…which turned into waking up at 9pm. I am thinking about unpacking, or writing a little bit about the trip (Where do I begin? The foray into Washington Square at midnight? The worst karaoke performance ever? The mystery puddle?) but I’m afraid I’m still not up to writing something that isn’t riddled with grammatical errors. Is it one of whom was suffering? I’m not even sure.

Overall, the trip was amazing. It felt great to just disconnect from everything. My phone died during the flight there and I’d forgotten my charger. I could have bought another one but decided against it. I checked email maybe twice while I was away. The first few days, we went at a breakneck speed…but packing three days’ worth of sight-seeing into one leaves you pretty exhausted after a while. The last couple of days were spent at a more leisurely pace, the final day was really just recovery from such a grueling schedule (read: extremely hung over). With few exceptions, I saw everything I had missed on previous visits. A few of the overriding impressions I came away with: I still LOVE riding the subway and really wish that L.A.’s was better, New York is a place I’d move to in a heartbeat if it wasn’t for those pesky “seasons,” Walking justifies cannolis, and guys in business attire are undeniably hot.

I know I’m a total egomaniac for assuming you even care, but in the coming days I hope to write a little bit about it. First, though, I have to get Doug, Rina, and Steph to sign Release Forms. They may prefer I change their names…