Wednesday, August 19, 2009

je suis arrivée

It all smells wrong. It's jungle humid. And I don't belong here.

I will say this for New York City: it is positively beautiful at five in the morning. Not that I will remember this fact next week once the jet lag abates.

At nine at night, however, everything sucks. The air conditioning is broken, this was my first day back at work, and I can't imagine staying awake ten minutes longer.

Today's highlights include: an extra early cafe au lait, the bouquet of flowers in a windowless office, and having my skirt zipper break in the middle of Greene Street, exposing my lacy backside to the SoHo cognoscenti... and Ms. Whoopie Goldberg.

Yes, ladies and gents, this is going to take some adjusting.

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