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Back when I was a starter wife I lived in Westchester for a few years.

Ahh, the things you do for love.

That was back when everyone around me owned a Lexus LS, Tiffany jewelry, the same style Movado watch and a Nextel phone that went click click on my frickin nerves.

Yea, real independent thinkers there.

I’ve since moved back home to Manhattan, began a different life and very seldom look back at the time I like to call “Duh, you married a Teamster!”

Except when I come across the photos I had to fight my second husband in order to keep… and then I stroll down memory lane. It’s usually pleasant.

Strolling through the few years in suburbia when I carried kate spade is one thing. Putting on a DVF dress and walking right back into it is another thing.

Even years after my suburban life came crashing down; I feel stress at the thought of going back there.

Back into what I have worked so very hard to move on from.

I always knew the day (or night) would come when I’d have to socialize in Westchester again.

So tonight, I’m going back.

It’s been years. I didn’t exactly leave Westchester the ideal way. And I definitely have some feelings about the people and place that taught me some fine life lessons.

But because my Maid of Honor is a dear friend and still lives there, I’ll be there tonight.

Scar tissue and all.

I keep wondering if I will see people from my old life.

And if they will be kind when they see the extra twenty pounds that have joined me in my new life.

Wish me luck. Tonight I’m moving backwards.

Except this time, I’m carrying Marc Jacobs and wearing YSL.

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Next stop – Tomorrow will be spent in Chelsea Market and the Meat Packing district for most of the day. Expect some interesting tweets.

Car Song – “Salvation” by The Cranberries “Inject your soul with liberty — its free.”

I confess, when I was younger I made mix tapes. Usually during the summer.

All the best songs came on the radio during the summer.

And summer songs were the ones you could listen to over and over again at the highest possible volume.

While those are now songs I would rather not listen to (Cece Peniston, anyone?!) back then it was all “Ooohhhhh turn this song up”

I went to LA last weekend but I didn’t come home with a mix tape.

I came back to New York with a soundtrack and a tour name.

I give you the soundtrack for the March 2009 Something New – Los Angeles tour.

An incredible list of songs I now play when I start my morning.

Use Somebody – Kings of Leon

Dancing Shoes – Gavin DeGraw

Sober – Pink

                Wish I Didn’t Miss You Anymore – Angie Stone

Make You Feel My Love – Adele

Beautiful People – Marilyn Manson

Why Don’t We Fall in Love – Amerie

Sex on Fire – Kings of Leon

Circus – Britney Spears

I Will Remember You – Sarah McLachlan

Dead and Gone – T.I. with Justin Timberlake

If You’re Not the One – Daniel Bedingfield

The tour that absolutely changed my life almost didn’t happen.

But behind every tour there is someone doing something to make sure it happens.

So I must thank JD – my host, tour guide, chauffeur, cheerleader, chef, shrink, dj, enabler and true friend for making it happen.

You might have heard me shrieking earlier.    

And not because my friend and I were seated in what seemed like a lover’s corner table at lunch today.

(Hello, oddness to the fourth power. I’m not canoodling with her even if she got insulted when I told her I wouldn’t. *smirk*)

We ate the biggest lunch ever followed by some ridiculous dessert (and I even ate some of the dessert off her plate. I totally need to have some shame.).

 

That’s my amazing panna cotta which was not good enough for said friend even after I told her they smuggled the vanilla bean in from Madagascar. She’s a snob and wouldn’t even try it. The nerve.

That’s my amazing panna cotta which was not good enough for said friend even after I told her they smuggled the vanilla bean in from Madagascar. She’s a snob and wouldn’t even try it. The nerve.

Afterwards, I’m not sure what possessed us to head over to a few Madison Avenue stores to shop for evening wear and then to a department store to bikini shop.


I mean, I have LA coming up at the end of the week and she’s got Florida a few days after so yes we were in need of a swimsuit of some kind but oh heavens.

What’s worse than living in the land of delusion?

Not having the mirrors that are supposed to be deceiving and make you size skinny when you aren’t.

The mirrors in these fitting rooms made you size hefty when you really aren’t.

I can’t even say how unflattering the bikinis looked on me. I just can’t even share. I stood there horrified with my clothes off.


After being horrified at how I looked in what I thought were some cute bikinis (yes, I stayed far away from the sexy bikinis and the itsy bitsy bikinis because they are just not me.) I got dressed and stayed in my dressing room waiting for my friend to finish trying on a dozen or so of the styles she chose to bring into the fitting room.

See I look better in the fitting room with my clothes on.

I can promise you one thing, before I go inside a fitting room and take my clothes off again, I am going to look for a list of stores with misleading mirrors.

And in the case of some visitors to New York, there are just no words to describe where they stay.

I was cleaning out my cell phone and found a few high quality cell phone pics from September 2007.

Pictures from when a friend was in town.

Actually pictures from when a friend was flown into town by a national talk show and was put up in a hotel.

She called me as soon as she got to her room.

Asked me to stop by her hotel before our dinner so I could see what she was talking about over the phone.

She wanted to make sure I believed her. So I walked over. And found her waiting for me in the lobby.

Then I saw her room. She wasn’t exaggerating. Thankfully I’ve never stayed in a place like that.

Her friend was also flown for the show and would be staying at the same hotel. Lucky woman had no idea what was in store for her.Actually her friend’s hotel room was  worse.. it was really the pits.

Not only could I not believe a hotel like this existed in Manhattan but I was shocked surprised a national talk show a successful show at that put their guests up in this place.

I just found photos of her friend’s hotel room sitting in my cell phone.

If you are ever coming to New York, let me know so I can make sure you don’t stay there.

 

The view as soon as you open the hotel room door

They were kind enough to decorate the room with a side table dresser.

My friend tried to coerce me into the room. After she told me about all the um, hair all over the place.

I’ll spare you those photos.


A photo of the guy who came to see the room after she talked to the front desk about the cleanliness of the room.

He said it was very clean. Let’s hope he never makes any of us dinner one night.

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Car SongCircusBritney Spears “Theres only two types of people in this world, the ones that entertain and the ones who observe …”

Next stop – Look I just want this week to be over with already. Did I just say that? OK, what I meant was .. up next, I’ll be watching The Women because after the week I’m having, I want to see something that also isn’t getting rave reviews from many people. I’m going to be quiet now.

Drive Thru Interview with Stefania Pomponi Butler of CityMama

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