I'll be in New York this weekend with my best friend, Miss Alie Ward. I wish I could tell you the reason we're going, and all the amazing and potentially life-changing things we'll be doing while there, but I'm afraid to jinx it. I'll just say, for the time-being, that this trip was made possible by the McNuggetini, which is pretty mind blowing. Who'd have thunk that a meat-garnished drink, invented over White Russians and popcorn at a dive bar, would lead to such potentially great heights??? Not I.
Friday night there will be a Tumblr Meet-Up party thrown in our honor, at which the aforementioned life-changing McNuggetini being served. If you'll be in New York and want the party info, I'd be happy to provide you with it after you prove your sanity and pinky swear that you're not a anti-blogger sociopath. Promise? Swear?? Okay, email me for the party info here: email@example.com
I've only been to New York twice before, and both those times with romantic traveling companions. I'm excited to go this time with my partner in crime and hopefully have a fabulously nefarious time. Also a gluttonous time. I'm determined to consume as much New York coffee, as many bagels and slices of pizza, and as much strangely flavored rice pudding as possible. What's your favorite thing to eat in New York? I need suggestions so that I can achieve my goal of weighing at least five extra pounds by the time I step onto the returning flight Sunday night.
This week has been crazy due to all the trip planning, so I haven't had a chance to update regarding the new kitty. Things didn't go as planned when I met to meet my potential superfluous-toed kitty. She just didn't give me that "that's MY cat!" feeling for some reason. But as I was leaving, sadly empty handed, I was told there was a Siamese mix kitten available if I'd like to meet her. Ummm, yes please!
Within minutes she was sitting on my lap, melting into my arms as I gave her my patented expert cat ear rub. "She's yours," my mom, who was perched on a chair watching, said with a glint in her eye. An hour later she was home with me.
So far Elvis likes her, and although they don't snuggle yet as I had hoped they would, they play together like they're old friends. He avoids me just a little, and doesn't sleep with me anymore which breaks my heart just a tad. He'll get over it, right?? Lola, on the other hand, is possibly the sweetest kitten (six months old) that I've ever met. I swear she just melts into your arms the moment you pick her up. She's playful but not destructive, silly and cute, with the most darling little mew you've ever heard.
Have a lovely weekend, friends...New York updates to follow!