travel legs (and arms and hips and toes)

I'm in Phoenix. I just wolfed down some greasy Mexican and I board my flight for SFO shortly. But imgaine the look on my face as I sat here, logged on to the lappy, checked email, proceeded to go to dlisted and a sign comes up saying: RESTRICTED AT THIS TIME--ADULT CONTENT. How funny is that? MK produces adult content. I should tell him.

I can't read the site, but that in itself is funny. Ok I board in about 5 minutes and the people are looking at me strangely because I'm laughing. Damn, if Dlisted does nothing, it keeps me cheerful.

I'm obsessed.

*Can't wait to tell you about the trip. Won't happen until tomorrow!
**Oh I had the most Manhattan lunch of them all today. I'm such a sassafrass (you will hear about this too)
***I don't know if I'll be a San Franciscian nome for much longer
****I'm giving to much info...I'll stop now

east end boys/west end girls

Amidst all of the insane excietment, I'm feeling a bit of angst over my trip to New York.

-I fear that I will not be stylish enough
-I won't have e-mail access for five (jesus), five days

Let us first address this whole issue of style. I visited the Sartoralist a few moments ago only to virtually relive the excitement that is Manhattan style. I've been stressing for about two weeks as to what I will wear. I have a giant fear of looking very L.A. Granted I haven't lived in Southern California for a few years now, so I've managed to sloth off the burning desire to parade around town in Juicy track suits, short skirts, all things hot pink, and flip flops at all hours of the day. But sometimes my SoCal casual cool will make an occassional appearance. I also fear seeing too "San Francisco"--we've discussed women and fashion in this city. Then I hope to not look too "touristy." I hate those types. Where you can tell someone pulled out all of their bests for the trip. They, in turn, end up looking insanly put together and the whole look falls apart. I'm sure I'll be fine. I bought a new pair of flats for walking. They are red! I love red shoes. I hope the NY sidewalk feels the same way.

Second point of contention--no emailing. Perhaps I am on my way to becoming a technology obsessed New Yorker. I've become a slave to e-mail and as soon as I score myself a new job, I'll be ditching my RAZAR phone for some obnoxious handheld internet device. I've been sending over 20 emails a day and receiving about the same number. I think this is bad as I've always claimed to enjoy speaking with people in real time. Whatever the case, I'm a little concerned that I'm so worried about not being able to read my email until Sunday when I see Noah. I'm going to stop typing about it, it's giving me chest pains. I never know who could be emailing...it could be the Pope Eggs Benedict for all I know! I think I'll be fine...I hope I'll be ok. Laura, what do you think?

So back to the excitement part--I really don't know where to begin. One more worry and this is a big one...I fear that I won't want to return.

*btw banker and i are totally dunzo! over. that's it. no more marina man. blah. this my friends, is why we never give the puppy a name. i didn't allow you to get to close to him. perhaps deep down i know it was never going anywhere but down in flames with the rest of the marina? hee hee