Clean Sweep…
In light of my daughter moving on it was necessary for me to, as well. It was time to step up and be forthright.
In light of my daughter moving on it was necessary for me to, as well. It was time to step up and be forthright.
A preferable time as any year without Mrs. Putin looming as incoming president is a damn good reason to celebrate.
This week, if it’s Sunday it is Miami’s Fashion District.
All my theatre friends told me I MUST see Dear Evan Hansen. I broke with tradition and bought full price tickets well in advance of the opening.
Day two in Paris, we walked 17 miles and visited just about every designer in Paris.
Paris is undoubtably one of the most beautiful cities in the world.
During our recent sojourn to Portugal we went wild exploring all aspects of the country. By the time to boarded our flight to Bordeaux we were ready for the quiet, serene French Acquitaine lifestyle.
The Devil is back.
Off to parts unknown. Hope you all have a Devilishly fabulous Thanksgiving holiday.
I have a rich fantasy life. Mostly, they involve sports, travel and retail therapy…not the prerequisite sex.
Monthly parking in New York City is the same price as a pair of Christian Louboutin shoes. It has become ridiculous. I keep a car in the city because I am the perfect daughter and visit my mom twice a week in Connecticut.
Today, is probably one of the most concerning, emotionally paralyzing days of my life. The worse case scenario is now a reality along with financial fears when the market opens this morning. Nothing to be said. A diversion is much needed. I shall provide a temporary distraction. Read on. I hit up the NYC museums…
Mopish in Manhattan? That’s impossible. Seriously…about as probable as Donald Trump doing a Pantene commercial for beautiful hair.
Thankfully, Dead Man Walking, aka the Donald Trump Reality Show, is almost over. We all are in desperate need of escapism. Midtown Manhattan has a deal you can’t refuse.
A rainy Saturday in Manhattan screams movies.
It has been somewhat of a trying week.
Walked 20 miles over the weekend. It feels good to pound the pavement again.
With expanded horizons and deflated bums, the Truculent Trio has completed their cross country journey. 3500 miles later we are still talking and laughing.
14 hours behind the wheel. Thursday was the longest journey of the trip, driving from Santa Fe, New Mexico to Little Rock, Arkansas.