It is unbelievable to me that it’s been a week and a half since I last posted. Last week I was frantically trying to get everything done before I left for Miami, and this week I have been frantically trying to catch up before I leave for Los Angeles. It’s a wicked game, I tell you. I had a blast in Miami. I am, in fact, still recovering. I thought it was hard to stay out until the bars closed here in NYC at 4, but that just helped me prepare for the ultimate test. The bars in South Beach NEVER close. Let’s just say I tried to make it, but I failed that test. I was never out past four. Not that staying out until four am is wussy, but when I would complain of being tired the next day I wouldn’t find many people who had gotten in before me – and that includes my co-workers, who are all (with one exception) at least 10 years older than me. Thankfully, the other girl my age, Miss I, was usually with me when I would leave. I just can’t party like that! I need my beauty sleep. Miami was a blast, though. The weather never dipped below 70, and I met some great people and saw some great shows. I can’t wait to go back next year.

Before I left for Miami last week, I realized that almost all of my warm-weather clothes are still out in LA. On Thursday after work I walked over to the best store ever, H&M, to see if they had any cheap skirts or tops I could bring with me. On my walk there I started to notice something: every single mannequin that had hair was a brunette. Even in H&M. That is just so opposite of California. I think there would maybe be one brunette mannequin for every 99 blondes. I guess it’s representative of the area…I don’t see a lot of blondes here. Not even fake bottle blondes! My office is the exception to this rule: tons of blondes. On the street, none. This just shows how fake the entertainment industry is. Except for me! Yeah!

I have been hassling my company’s tech support to provide me with the things I’ll need to travel next week. I’m hoping they’ll be able to provide me with a way to check my email when I’m out of the office. You’d think, however, that I asked them for a Rolls Royce and a check for a million dollars. How hard is it for me to be able to check my email from a remote server? Well, it shouldn’t be hard, but my company needs an excuse to keep its giant tech support staff, so it makes everything hard. I have to get a special card and all this other crap. The most annoying thing, though, is that I KNOW there is are a few cards just sitting around on the tech floor. I know this because the head of my division’s IT told me. I hate all the stupid hoops you have to jump through in this company. Grrr.

California, here I come! Yay!