East Trumps West…
Leaving on a jet plane. I do know when I’ll be back again, just not as soon as I would like.
Leaving on a jet plane. I do know when I’ll be back again, just not as soon as I would like.
Feeling bored? I prescribe a heavy dose of New York City for what ails you.
I am being held hostage by jet lag. When you awake at 1 am and are ready to rumble your options are limited to quietly reading the NY Times online and perusing email. The only silent diversion left is to think ahead and plan the day.
Welcome home. Bummer…up all night with a headache. It was unlike my typical migraine. Never slept so on the advise of my in-house doctor, Courtny, I headed to a spin class. Miracle. I kicked the crap out of my endorphins and I felt better.
Just returned from amazing adventures in Amsterdam, Belgium and France. It was very emotional visiting Paris after the terrorist attack on November 13th. We arrived less than two weeks later and the Parisiennes appeared bruised and battered, but definitely not defeated.
HAPPY HOLIDAYS… Time for the annual Manhattan holiday windows viewing party.
So much happening in NYC this past Sunday…NYC Marathon, the World Series.
Once again, single in the city. Parting is such sweet sorrow and then you roll over, go back to sleep and the separation anxiety eases.
No NY Giants football last Sunday so we took advantage of a freebie and drove to the Hamptons.
Spectacular fall weather in NYC last weekend. You just feel so happy to be alive and able to get out and dig deep into the greatest city in the world.
Start your engines…back into the east coast swing of things. As always, we hit the ground running.
The Self-Realization Center. I am not making this up. I need to self-realize so I took my sacred ass to The Self-Realization Fellowship Lake Shrine down the road from my home in Pacific Palisades. The ten-acre site was dedicated by Paramahansa Yogananda in 1950. He was an Indian yogi and guru who introduced millions of westerners…
Malibu is magical.
The Babes took to the streets of Santa Monica and cruised the once hip and happening Montana Avenue. Bulletin, Montana is making a comeback from the clutches of white bread and mayonnaise retail blandness.
This past weekend I winged my way back to Los Angeles.
Woke up on departure day at 1:00am and was flying high until 4 when I finally dropped off to sleep only to be awakened by my alarm screeching at 5:45am.
The party’s over… I depart New York City tomorrow with a heavy heart and apprehensive of looming boredom.
I know I am redundant, but I love New York.
What’s a trip to Cuba without inhaling?!
Another day another attempt to fly the unfriendly skies.