Excuses, Excuses

I'm sick.

I was in New York City all weekend.

I'm super busy at the office.

I was molested by David Copperfield.

Four good reasons I can't possibly post today. Well, three if you're only counting the things that are actually true (the other is on my 'to do' list, of course). So much to discuss--so I promise there will be a post tomorrow. However, I'm feeling awful guilty for leaving all three of you loyal readers hanging, so here is my New York trip in 50 words:

Airplane bloody mary rain SARS pizza how much for that purse you must be insane Gene Simmons hot dogs Time Square subway smelly Richard free drinks kissing stranger cut off hotel Central Park pizza VIP stumbling Bon Jovi in bed on the corner hotel broke Statue of Liberty phlegm factory.

In other words, it was frickin' awesome. And despite the fact that I probably subjected thousand people to some unknown Cleveland plague, I don't think I could've had a more fun weekend.

Hope y'all had a good weekend too! More to come tomorrow.

Lots of love and bacteria,

Steph