I hope from my silence over the internet airwaves, you, my vast legions of readers (as if) intuited correctly that I did, in fact, escape from the big white van and return to civilization!! For one brief shining moment, I was tour trash no more!
I wore high heels, I curled my hair, I glossed my lips. There was glitter in my eyeliner, tofu in my salad, and a bellini in my hand. It was as if I awoke from a weird dream and suddenly remembered who I was. I got to spend Thanksgiving knee deep in pies with the family, Friday night in the city wining and dining with the most fabulous people in the history of the world (aka Midd alums), Saturday night with friends from highschool, sitting on big comfy couches and gossipping about what had happened to everyone we'd forgotten about, and Sunday eating pancakes with mom and dad and plowing through more than a thousand pages of Twilight books...yeah...sorta embarassing...
Someday soon I will once again be that girl! Once more, I'll belt up my navy Banana Republic trench, leave the boys at the bar and head uptown to see my girls. I have a dream. And that dream is the big shiny apple.
Until then, it's back to the daily grind. Goodbye, Manhattan. Hello, Sleep Inn.
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