Now in NYC, probably one of the worst places for me to try to be good.
Here's how the deck is stacked:
- here with mad-making colleague/friend who is NYC by way of LA by origins of TX. She can talk to anyone while drinking them under the table, smoke 'em if you got 'em, 115 lbs in Miu Miu heels who is impossible to resist. Probably Satan. If she lived in Mpls, I'd be in jail, dead or both.
- Expense acct, booze included
- Pack of ne'er drink wells from work just happened to be on our flight, in our hotel and well acquainted with the hotel bar.
I'm frontloading on green tea and raw almonds. No meat has touched these smeared-gloss lips yet.
Strength, strength, strength.
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