July 10, 2007

Yo! I am finally back from NYC. I know some of you were wondering if I was ever going to return—I was having such a blast I ended up extending my trip three more days. I have finally caught up on some sleep and am currently eating brown rice and salads for the next week, and drinking water, water, and more water (well, except at the Bar Drake party this week and, oh yeah, there’s the St. George Spirits Open House this Saturday, and, oh, never mind).

I can’t wait to write up my tablehopper jetsetter New York recap for you next week. That city rocks so hard, what a thrilling adventure it was each day, meeting fan-freaking-tastic people, becoming smitten with the rich age and character of so many buildings and streets and places, hopping into heaps of new restaurants and subterranean cocktail bars and markets, experiencing the thrill of being a little lost each day, not knowing exactly where the hell I was or going, walking, walking, walking… the Richard Serra exhibit was so massive and major, and I could have spent days daydreaming on a sunny patch of grass in Central Park. People were friendly, fun, sassy, stylish, and smart. I am quite grateful for it all.

It’s almost ridiculous that am I leaving next Monday for a biz trip to Chicago, and then spending five days in New Orleans for Tales of the Cocktail. My month should be sponsored by Excedrin, I swear. Wish me luck.

Lock and load!
~Marcia (rhymes with Garcia)