... which is either due to the jetlag, or the whiskey that is being liberally applied in an attempt to combat it.
Left Vegas at 10 am yesterday (1:00 EST). Drove to Phoenix, flew to Denver, sat around, flew to Laguardia, got on a bus, got on a subway, and hit Brooklyn at about 9 am. Total travel time: 16 hours. Gah. Next time I'm spending the extra $50 and flying direct.
Still processing, but may I just say for the record: East Coast, represent. Just look at these fierce NYC bitches (and I do include my husband, yes):
(Not to mention the babes & boyz from RI & Boston ... my Northeastern heart swells with pride.)
Time to eat an enchilada.