I've all but vanished from the face of Manhattan. It's the previously mentioned jet lag-getting used to a schedule that is similar to the club kids. Speaking of which, my new job, which I love, has brought me to some of the strangest places. Clubs. They are loud; make your organs vibrate (not in a nice way) and are bright and dark and filled with strange good looking people. Reminds me of frats.
No Malice Palace on a Tuesday night is a good shot at perfection. I think I'll stick with that.
To Boston tomorrow for a Monte Carlo party at Syliva's. Going with Rachel and meeting Vanessa--going to be amazingly fun!
I miss you, Homies!