Whelp, looks like I’m outta here for a few days. Girls’ Trip 2002…look out New York City! Eight luscious women are ripping through! Okay. Maybe sashaying through.
In addition to non-stop female bonding, we’re planning to shop (duh), see shows (Broadway, bands, etc.) museums (several on the list), Ground Zero (which we’ll miss this morning’s ceremony…bummer), party our asses off, Central Park jogs (yeah, right), eat, laugh, walk, dance, act like idiots, flirt with boys, try on each others’ clothes, take lots of photos, talk, laugh until we pee our pants…you know.. the usual. A five day slumber party.
Not even gonna think about my worries. Not even gonna have a care. Gonna get me a whole lotta sisterly love. I like that.
Mom and Dad came over last night to pick up Kitty. Gawsh, I sure miss him when he’s not here. Is that a true sign of a sad and lonely woman? Okay, maybe a true sign of a sad and lonely me.
Talked to LDL for a long, long time on the phone last night. Wow. Opened up a huge can of worms for myself there. We both cried. I think I want to see him, but not sure if it’s pure loneliness as my motivation or what. He still talks of us getting back together and living happily ever after. Someone please knock some sense into me. Please!
Yesterday was hard. I’m still embarrassed. I’m also selfish. Which is even more embarrassing. I’m tired of being so me, me, me. I’m tired of being on the brink of being a complete fuck-up. I’ve been so lucky (mmmm…and even at times not so lucky…why can’t I keep the image of New Year’s Eve alive in my head? Don’t answer that).
I have a lot of thinking to do.
Gah…I’m sure I’ll be doing a lot of that over the next few days. NOT. No worries, remember? No cares.
Best Bud and I had a long conversation yesterday. She said to go and have fun and get it all out of my system, and when I get back here to reality I’ll have a fresh, clean slate. You can start over. Yes you can. Love her.
Love you guys. Kisses to all.
Not sure if I’ll get online while I’m gone.
Better run. Not finished packing!
Rock on.
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