I'm back...and alive!
Got back yesterday from Philadelphia and promptly splatted into my bed. I don't understand why such a short trip left me so utterly exhausted, but it did. It was good to see an old friend and view a beautiful new place. I am now firmly in love with Philly. It reminds me of a cleaner, cheaper East Village. I always thought that there was never anywhere else that I would want to live except NJ. I think I'm being swayed and that's a saying a lot, especially for this Jersey girl. Was able to go down to KOP for the new restaurant opening for my company. Their restaurant is FUCKING GORGEOUS. I want it ripped from the roots and transplanted in place of our ugly restaurant here in Short Hills. The floor in the kitchen is bouncy. I swear it...bouncy. Do you know how loverly it would be to work on a totally slip resistant, bouncy floor all day? Is that too much to ask for? I don't think so. Oh, and pet, if you read this: I've calmed down. If you want to talk to me then call me. You have my number.