I'm twenty-five? When the hell did that happen? These are the thoughts that crossed my mind this evening. I wonder if anyone or everyone else has had this same inquiry at this point in life. Weirdly though, I don't feel old. I don't feel lost. I actually feel pretty good. Despite the fact that I am still (back) in school, working a job that I don't totally love and in a position that I never could have foreseen earlier in life -- I am happy with the hand I have been dealt.

When I first moved here, I told myself I would stick it out for one year. One year of ups and downs and whatever the universe decided to throw at me, I would stay. Well, here I still am. Going on three years later living in this crazy place and I could not even fathom the thought of leaving. At least not for now. I have put my fashion dreams on the back burner. I pursued them with a sincere drive and had countless amazing experiences throughout my journey. What they don't tell you in the manual though, is that when you embark on any journey in life, for the most part, things don't turn out quite like you'd expect them to. For the so called lucky ones, they do at times. Things may go just as planned and most people are completely happy with the turnout. What I realized in my journey however, is that I am far from "most people". I'm not exactly sure what kind of person I am. All I know is that I am happy with the girl, no -- woman, that I have become.

This summer has begun to be what I foresee to be one of the best summers of my life. Maybe it's the quarter century birthday I just celebrated. Or maybe, it's the incredible people I have surrounding me. Or maybe, just maybe, it's because the world is totally going to end in five months so someone upstairs is trying to spoil me rotton. Regardless of what the reason may be, I am pretty stoked. Turning twenty-five had me looking back on the first birthday I had in living in New York. I was turning twenty-three and had almost no friends here. I spent the day getting totally sloshed on Coney Island with my old roommate. Jameson flasks in each of our hands as we tanned on the dirty beach, rode all of the rides, ate at the original Nathan's hotdogs, and of course stopped to look at the FreakShow. Thinking about that time seems so long ago even though it's only been a couple years. It's kind of crazy how much can change in such a short amount of time. Ah, life... right?

This year I got to experience one of the coolest things I have done in this city to date. My boyfriend (wait, I don't think I have mentioned him in my blog yet - yes -- new man, amazing, love him), took me on a surprise helicopter ride over the entire city. HELICOPTER RIDE! If any of you have done this before and are shaking ur head like oh...coool...you are right. Because it was cool as shit. I could not wipe the smile from my face the second I understood what was happening. We started out in downtown Manhattan and rode over the newly (almost) built World Trade Center. The building is coming along quite nicely by the way. Then we continued up over the Chelsea Piers, Central Park, and then onward to the Bronx where we got to fly over Yankee Stadium. I still have yet to go to the stadium on foot, which reminds me I totally have to do when they play the Angels. I'll go wearing red and white, of course. We then backtracked our steps towards where we started and I got plenty of pictures. Check them out if you like...

Anywho -- enough showing off. My birthday was sweet and all, but besides the fact, I have been feeling really uplifted lately. My life is definitely far from perfect, especially right now. But I somehow got to a place where I can appreciate the little things. I think that's important. I look around and so many people are getting engaged, getting married, and having babies. BABIES! Oh, and these people are my friends. It's kind of weird... but also totally beautiful. With these vast changes I have decided it's a great time to start writing again. I love everything that I'm surrounded with. I love life, man. I really do. And any of you who know me personally, know that is completely true. I have so many exciting things around me right now and it has totally re-lit my fire and infatuation with the world. I have more to share and I'd love for anyone reading this to share along with me.

Until we meet again,

XOXO

Megan

Sunday April 10, 2011

I just love Sundays. It's the one day of the week where I feel absolutely no remorse about doing nothing at all. Besides my love for Sundays though, there is nothing I love more in life than irony and that is exactly what my day started with. Every day this week I have mentally planned to wake up early - which means 8 a.m. in order to get things done in the morning before I go to work. I'd do things like laundry or exercise. I'd pay a bill or two. Admittedly I'd also catch up on some TV shows that I like. I have the idea that if I begin to do things, anything, before I start my actual day than I will feel as a whole more productive. However, every day I successfully managed to fail at that attempt and slept in until 10:30. It became a routine this past Monday to Saturday where I would hear the alarm go off at 8:03 (I always set my alarms on odd ball numbers like that) and hit the snooze. The snooze would magically get set to the off button and the next time I opened my eyes it would be after ten. Today being Sunday, I finally get to sleep in for real. No obligations on my agenda today. Feeling extremely well rested after a night of heavy drinking I opened my eyes expecting it to be near noon. I turn over, grab my phone, and laugh to myself. It's 8 a.m. and here I am wide awake.

C'est la vie I suppose. The weather wasn't magnificent today so I spent most of my time indoors. My roommate has been in California for the last two weeks and this was one of my last days that I'd get to spend solo. The first couple hours of my morning seemed longer than usual, which I liked. I love it when time slows down. As I drank my coffee, black, I worked on a painting that I started a few nights ago. It put the thought in my head about becoming one of those artists that sell their stuff in Union Square on the weekends. Maybe once I build a bigger collection I'll look into it. All I know is I'll never stop painting because it does so much for my peace of mind. The longer I'm in New York the more I become in touch with my inner artist and am constantly inspired by the things around me. Never a dull moment here. Another cup of coffee and a cigarette after my paint sesh, I got on my computer. Donavon Frankenreiter was the soundtrack to my morning. I sent a friend of mine an online birthday card with a photo of Marilyn Monroe and Bettie Page on it. This led me to researching everything I could on Bettie Page. I have always been infatuated with her but never really knew her story. If you haven't heard of her, she's a 1950's pin-up model that somehow remains one of the modeling world's best kept secrets. Her jet black hair and bangs with blue eyes might be what initially attracted me to her seeing the similarity and all. Mostly though, I feel it's her shining spirit that drew me in. I loved learning about her admirable optimism growing up in foster care and her brave move to New York City at the age of 24. The move that also cut the cord to her first of three marriages. This woman is so insanely interesting to me that I couldn't stop reading. She lived life the way she wanted to and the possibility of failing never occurred to her. How could you fail at something if you never gave up? I thought. Makes sense to me. Reading her struggles turned success stories left me feeling so inspired.

I was reminded that I came to New York for a reason. As most people do come here with a dream, it's easy to fall off track. The winters are long and can be depressing at times. My family is far from me leaving my comfort zone further than a quick drive down the street. I am alone. But today I realized not only am I alone, but I am independent. Completely. And you know what? It feels fucking great. I came here to test myself. To see if I could make it. To see if I could survive the daily tribulations of this beautiful yet madd city I live in. Almost a year and a half ago was when I made the leap leaving almost everything behind except my passions and courage. I dove in head first and have been blessed with working with some of the most brilliant and talented people I could ever have imagined. I've learned that the possibilities are indeed endless. Winter is almost completely come to an end and the sunshine is coming in brighter than before. My dreams are solidified with the knowledge that I can make it here. While I still have a long way to go, I will never give up. New goals have presented themselves and I am so excited to begin conquering them. Life is our playground. It's what we make it, nobody else. In closing, I encourage anyone reading this to begin going for whatever it is in life that you want. Why wait? Life is happening right now.

Until we meet again,

Megan

Wednesday, February 3rd.

It was Groundhog Day yesterday. The gopher says there will be six more weeks of Winter and on my way to work this morning, the ground was covered in snow so it looks like he might be right. For some reason, I have it in my mind that it will always be Winter here. I think it’s because it’s all that I’ve known since I’ve been living here so that my perception of New York is now tied to this weather. My summer’s will always be set in California mentality until I experience otherwise. I am really looking forward to Spring. Once things start heating up again I have serious plans on investing in a fixed gear. That’s a bike by the way.

Moving to Chelsea was quite the transition. The cop friend of Corinne's ending up completely bailing on us the morning of the move so I was stuck with little to no option other than taking a cab to haul all of my stuff. Corinne told me to let this be a lesson to the both of us that you cannot depend on any man for anything. Man, is she right. I have felt more dependant on myself these last few weeks than I have my entire life. I think it's a good learning experience for me to do things on my own. I appreciate my efforts. Anyway, with plans to load a taxi van to transfer me to my new apartment I was interrupted with the generous offer of a ride from my roommate's mom who happened to be in town. She totally made my day. I gladly accepted and we filled her VW convertible to the brim before she drove me to the city with the top down. Leaving Brooklyn surprisingly made me a little bit sad. I was just starting to feel at home in my ghetto neighborhood where I was the clear minority. Entering Manhattan was like a whole new world. Driving up to my apartment I had to remind myself that I was the one who was living here. It's kind of surreal for me still I guess.

I have been getting caught in a lot of deep thought lately. I look at my life today compared to a month ago and everything is so different. I mean, quite obviously my location has changed. But I don’t mean just that. Something is different. I’m different. I’m not necessarily sure how to describe it. I suppose you could say my view on life has altered. I think a lot quicker than I used to. Before I came to New York I didn’t even know how to use a map. Now I wouldn’t be able to get anywhere without one. Walking is definitely preferred above any other form of transportation and I swear it’s the best workout that my body has ever responded to. I have ventured to all sorts of foods that I didn't even know existed. I have always been open to new things but I feel as though I would literally try anything that came my way now. New York has that affect. I have taken part in countless conversations with random strangers in coffee shops, subway trains and in the middle of the street that have lasted for a couple of minutes but might effect me for the rest of my life. There are so many interesting and passionate souls that live in this city. Everyone has dreams. There is that guy with all the money in the World who has no one to share it with when he gets home to his lonely apartment. There is the woman with countless ideas and no idea how to apply them. There are the bums. Some that sing, some that dance and some that just want someone to talk to. There are the working girls who are faced with some of life's hardest lessons as they do whatever it takes to keep food on their table and a roof over their head. There are the hipsters and the wannabe hipsters that roam the streets of Williamsburg holding most of the good looking boys in this town. Personal opinion. There are the cheaters and the liars that will feed you the best bullshit you've ever heard. Then there are the artists which in some way or another, I think everyone would like to be considered. I myself can be attached to any of the descriptions I just gave you. I've found that I can relate myself to everyone that I meet here in one way or another. Some of the greatest minds, musicians, artists and souls roam NY and the greater portion of these people will never reach the majority of the World. That thought alone sort of breaks my heart, but at the same time enriches my love for this place. There is truly no place like New York City.

In coming here, I had no idea what was going to happen. I didn't know if I would find a job, find a decent apartment or even find happiness in the adventure. All I did know was that if I didn't take a chance now, I may never be brave enough to do it. I think that's what life is about. Taking chances. When it comes to guarantees, there is always some form of disappointment attached. I am done being disappointed. In taking the risk of coming here with nothing but a positive outlook and the best intentions, I have found more success than I could have ever predicted. I made it and this is only the beginning. I have learned a lot so far but I know that I still have a lot to learn. That part never stops. There will be hard times and challenges I'm sure, but I welcome these obstacles with open arms. I am going to take each moment in and soak it up for all that it's worth. I can honestly say that I am the happiest I have ever been in this very moment. Sure, there are things missing like my friends and family to be here with me, but I know the ones that matter most are riding right along my side during this journey. Thank God that I have those people that love me as much as I do them. I feel incredibly lucky. So this entry concludes my blog of getting my life started in this new environment that I now can call home. I am so excited to be in this state as well as state of mind. I look forward to the possibilities as I know they are endless. And you know? I am finally ready to fall in love again. We all have a story to tell in this book of life and I think I am just getting to the good part.

Thank you for listening and until we meet again,
Megan

Saturday, January 30th

It's 10:30 on Saturday night and my life is officially packed in boxes. Ready for the big move to Chelsea in New York City where I will spend the next year of my life. I plan on getting up early tomorrow morning. Oh man, that reminds me. I packed my Mr. Coffee. Oh well, I'll have to swing by good old Dunkin Donuts tomorrow morning. It's been a while. I'm definitely going to need some caffeine in the a.m. and possibly a second round in the p.m. Corinne is going to come to my house sometime in the morning to help me move. She's so rad. Oh and she's picking me up in a cop's car. Actually I guess It's a truck so I'm pretty sure we can get everything in one trip.

My life in boxes.

So far I'm really enjoying not having to move any furniture. One day when I can afford to furnish my own room and house I should be able to hire movers. After I'm done getting settled, depending on the weather tomorrow I'll either go for a long walk in my new neighborhood or take myself to the movies. Sounds like a win win to me. In packing today, I found that I've really gotten to a point in my life where I'm living very simply. My "stuff" consists of the basic necessities. Clothes, shoes, artwork, laptop and puzzles. I mean, for the most part. Additionally there are a just a few random knick knacks and my shower & bathroom stuff. But that's it. I'm really looking forward to my new room because there is so much potential. I mean that in decorating terms because I already have so many ideas going through my mind about how I want to set it up. I went by the apartment yesterday just to see it one more time before I moved in. She has a lot of furniture in there. Not in a cluttered way at all. I find all of it both useful and stylish actually. I might have to reorganize the set up a bit but we'll see.

This day has been productive but long and I'm going to have to cut tonight's blog short in order to get some sleep. I'll catch you up on my Friday night in tomorrow's entry. It will be the last one as it is the going to be the 31st of January, ending my first month in NYC. Goodnight Brooklyn. Good morning Chelsea. Sweet dreams readers and don't forget to I M A G I N E.

Until we meet again,
Meg

Friday, January 29th

Yesterday morning when I woke up, the snow was falling. It was so beautiful. I relived that Christmas morning feeling even though I've never actually had a white Christmas. I've never really even woken up to snow falling before. At least not like this. I watched it fall for a good five minutes before I made my coffee and then I got to work. But before I get ahead of myself, I want to tell you about my wednesday night. I tried something that I have never done before in my life. Something totally cheesy in theory and can either be a huge success or epic fail. I went speed dating. Oh yeah. You know what speed dating is. It's where a bunch of single guys and gals come together as they date and rotate each other every 3-5 minutes. It's a pretty funny concept I think. The rules of the version I played were a little more up to date. This particular game of speed dating was put together by two guys who consequently were the DJ's for the night. It took place at a small bar/club on the Lower East Side called CV. I went with a girlfriend of mine who is always up for spontaneous and random things such as this.

We arrived a little after 10:30 which was the intended start time. We took a seat on one of the couches that are usually used for Bottle Service but were on reserve for our dating game. My friend and I have the exact same haircut - dark hair with straight across bangs so in the dark setting we walked into I can imagine we probably looked like bobblehead twins. Within ten minutes of being there, the room started to fill up as were everyone's drinks. Alex, one of the hosts that invited us started giving everyone name tags and all the ladies were handed a questionaire. The questionaire was a list of 20 ridiculous questions to ask the guys during each date so we would have something to talk about. There were things like what do you prefer more on a first date - the Central Park Zoo or MoMA? But most of the questions were hilarious things like who would you rather have a threesome with - Leno and Letterman or Conan and Kimmel? It was great. The guy to girl ratio was surprisingly less than expected so each date that I had was shared with my girlfriend that I came with. This actually made everything way more fun and each guy loved being on a date with two girls. The first guy who will remain nameless was pretty cute. Tall, half black/half something else that I couldn't figure out, awesome hair and we actually had matching flannel shirts on. What surprised me right off the bat was how honest and blunt these guys' answers were to our questions. Guy number one prefers the Zoo for a first date, is opposed to a finger in his butt and likes to cuddle after a one night stand. Just as the three of us were forming a bond, the song changed which means it was time for our next date. The second guy we found out had actually come to this event with the first guy. When he realized his friend was our previous dater I think he felt competitive. Guys are so funny like that. Anyway, his style was totally Euro and he had shoulder length hair tyed back in a pony tail. I didn't feel any attraction to him but he was totally hilarious. Currently the song that he hates the most is "I gotta feeling" by Black Eyed Peas, his favorite drink is a gin gimlet and he'd rather be caught masturbating than watching Fox News. I'd have to agree with him about the Black Eyed Peas song. The last guy we went on a date with reminded me so much of Ali G. For those of you who aren't familiar - Ali G is Sasha Cohen aka Borat. He was from London, dark skin, facial hair and was obsessed with the fact that we both had bangs. Somehow by this point we had forgotten all about the questionaire and just started talking about whatever came to mind. He loved that we were both from California and his impression of "West Coast people" was soo funny. He is under the impression that CA folk are the most relaxed and mellow people in the World. I'd say that's half true. Once speed dating was over it was just a time for everyone to sip on their favorite poison, dance and mingle with everyone they had just met. It was a great ice breaker to start any party and overall I'd say speed dating was a huge success.

The snow from yesterday morning was melted and gone by noon. The weather is seriously on crack out here. You never know how good or bad it's going to get and it can never be trusted. At my internship yesterday Corinne had sent Donald and I to SoHo to deliver some posters of her to various stores and then we handed out the rest to local shoppers. It was nice to get out and walk around even though things were pretty cold. People were starting to go nuts over these posters. Everyone wanted one! I swear this girl is going to blow up before my very eyes. It's already happening and I can't wait until her showcase performance next month. Spending time with Donald was nice too because he had been out for about a week due to the loss of his grandmother. We are finally back in the swing of things. On Monday a cameraman is going to be following us around for the majority of the day to get footage for a documentary being done on Corinne Vielle. It should be cool, but I've never really experienced anything like that and it might be kind of awkward for other people around us. Bah, reality tv these days. It's everywhere. After we were done working in SoHo we headed back to Corinne's office to roll up more posters to get out next week. We ended up staying til about 6:30 unlike our usual ending time of 5pm as Corinne told us inside stories about people in the music industry while enjoying a mexican food dinner together. The three of us are such a close knit team and I am so happy with this internship as well as my job working for Carson. On my train ride home I was just reflecting on every opportunity I have been given while living out here and I could not be happier.

This morning I overslept and didn't get to working until about 9am. I usually like to start things by 8. I made a lot of great contacts to beauty companies and followed up with a few people from Luxury and Travel magazines. I'd like to think I am pretty good on the phones. I think people assume I am older than I am because of my speech and confidence level when I speak. Articulation is key. By 10:30 I was in the shower and ready to head out for an interview. Things didn't work out with Kiara unfortunately so Carson decided she wanted me to hire an intern who is able to help me with some things regarding sponsorship as well as someone with a PR background. I met with a girl who is actually from Milan, Italy and has had some pretty incredible life experiences. We met on the second level of Whole Foods where there is a nice seating area next to a Coffee Bar. She arrived five minutes early, about two minutes after I had gotten there. I have actually never interviewed anyone before her so I think I was a little bit nervous. That feeling quickly passed when we shook hands. Within the first minute of speaking with her I felt like I had interviewed countless times and all the right questions started popping into my brain. At the end of the interview I felt that she would really be a great candidate for what I need and I loved her personality and spirit. I still am supposed to meet with one other girl tomorrow however so I wanted to give her a fair chance before I make any final decisions.

Now I'm back home in the BK. I have a few more things I'd like to take care of for Carson before I get started on some Megan time. Tonight I need to get the majority of my stuff ready to be moved for this weekend and then I'm going to head to MoMA. The Museum of Modern Art is free for all after 5pm on Friday nights so I thought I'd go check out the Tim Burton exhibit. I've heard its really incredible so I'm super excited. Then I'll be off to the meat packing district to meet up with my friend Adam who's coming to the city with some friends that all live in Connecticut. Adam and I grew up together and the last two times I've seen him were when he came and visited California. It'll be a nice change to hang out on the East Coast and meet all of his friends. I hope everyone has a safe and fun weekend!

Until we meet again,
Meg

Wednesday, January 27th

The week has been flying by faster than you can say (insert word here). Monday was hit with rain from morning until night. No stopping point. I'd actually prefer snow over rain in New York. I know it sounds weird but I actually feel warmer in the snow. Rain just brings all kinds of icy wetness and I am not a fan.

After another long day of work I got to enjoy a cosy night at home Monday night. Asher has already moved out so it's just me and Jess at the apartment. For the first time, I mean for real, me and her got a chance to really get to know each other and hang out. Let me just say first hand that my roomate is one of the funniest people I have ever met without effort. At first glance she is shy and kind of keeps to herself, but once you get to know her she has the strongest and most entertaining personality. Our night began with the two of us enjoying some dinner together while relaxing on the couch and keeping up with the Kardashians. Dinner consisted of some reheated pizza from Henry's which if done right, can taste just as good as freshly delivered. Jess showed me her tricks. As usual I dipped my Pizza in ranch to amplify the goodness. People don't do that here I've learned. Not anywhere in New York. In fact I'm pretty sure it's looked down upon. But anyway, two Kardashians episodes post meal had passed and I started thinking about dessert. Naturally. I spark the idea to Jess that we should go get some ice cream. The second I said those two words she stops, looks at me dead serious and goes, "I cant eat ice cream". I say whatdya mean? you can't eat ice cream? Thinking to myself about my favorite brand that is sold downstairs and how easily I am going to convince this girl to change her mind. She then goes on to tell me that she actually has a problem with ice cream and is now allowed to eat it. She tells me a story about how at one time when she first moved here from Long Island she was obsessed with ice cream. Quite literally. To turn this ridiculous tale into a nutshell - she induced five pints of ice cream a day, every day for about a month. Breakfast? Lunch? Dinner? she would have nothing of it. Just ice cream. The more she went on about this the more I couldn't help but laugh. I mean really, have you ever heard of such a thing? A serious ice cream addiction? It's comedy. She said it wasn't until she had gained 50 lbs that she decided she needed to take hold on her life and cut the long lived love for the icy combination of cream and milk. Now... with all this being said, she has come a long way from her days of addiction, has lost the extra lbs and mentions that she allows herself to have it once in a while in small doses. That was all I needed to hear. Two minutes later after a few persuasive words, I had her putting a jacket on willingly ready to embark on this journey for haagen dazs. As we're on our way to the Bodega (For my CA readers that's the same thing as 7 eleven) I noticed she's walking pretty fast. Definitely a swifter pace than I walk and I've been told to slow it down. She was excited. Excited for... you guessed it. Ice cream! Once I realize the euphoria that is inside of this girl I start to feel bad and think maybe I shouldn't have been so pursuasive. I could've gone alone but I selfishly pushed her into an ice cream relapse. We get inside and let me tell you this girl means business. She is not looking to waste any time. She sees that the flavor I have been thinking about for almost an hour now isn't on top where it usually is. Without saying a word, she pulls open the frosted sliding glass doors to the bin and starts handing me pint after pint after pint until she finally finds my flavor. I swear at one point both of her legs were up in the air. I have never seen such determination. I am dying of laughter the entire time as I watch her move. Milliseconds after succesfully getting me what I wanted she spots her favorite. Her weakness, you might say. Cotton Candy ice cream with sprinkles. There were six containers left. "Oh my god. Oh my god. I can't beleive you guys have this!! Oh. My god." She is speaking these words out loud not really directed at anyone. I'm dying. She then grabs all six and brings them to the register to bring home. As we walk back I tell her that I feel bad for forcing her to change her mind and come with me to the store. I'm not even sure if she heard me. We get inside our apartment and I set my stuff on the table then run into my room to change back into my PJs. When I come back out to the living room Jess is gone. She's in her room. Door shut and I don't see her again for another thirty minutes. Did she devour all six ice cream containers? I didn't see any in the freezer. I'll never ask and possibly never know. I quietly laugh to myself about everything I had just experienced as I enjoy my well deserved Haagen Dazs white chocolate rasberry truffle flavored pint. Alone.

Tuesday was a new day with no rain. Thank you mother nature! I worked late at my internship in order to help Corinne with some extra stuff and got home around 7pm. When I entered my apartment there were boxes all around the house and it actually got me excited about the idea of moving again. Mostly everything in the apartment belongs to jess as she had been packing all day long so that's why things were in the middle of transition. I think in total I'll have four boxes when it comes time to make the switch over to Chelsea. Corinne, my intern boss, has been kind enough to offer me some moving help. She has a friend with a truck who said he would be happy to assist. He's a cop too. NYPD. It will be nice once I'm settled in my new place because then I can walk to work which I am definitely looking forward to. I am already making plans for myself on my future days off in the city. There is so much to see here. So much to do. I love that for once I am in New York without a time restraint because I have years to see everything. I want to be able to say that I have visited every museum and art exhibit that NY has to offer. I want to sit on every bench in Central Park. I want to see every show and shop in every great store. That reminds me, Spiderman is coming to broadway! I'm pretty sure within the next couple weeks too so I'll definitely be looking into that. What I love so much about this great city is that it is impossible to be bored here. Well, my mom always used to tell me that if you're bored then you're boring. But truth be told, I was getting so bored in California. Life was becoming routine. Same shit different day. I haven't felt that way at all since I've been here. I hope that in a year from now, maybe even in a few that I'll hold that same feeling. If I don't, then maybe when that time comes there will be a new adventure on my table. Life is a journey and I know that thought alone will always reign true. It's your approach to the journey that can turn your life into a struggle or the greatest adventure you have ever known. You decide.

Until we meet again,
Meg

Sunday, January 24th

I went to a sex museum today. Only in New York will you find such places. I heard about it from a friend of a friend and it sounded interesting enough to kill an hour or two at. Some may think it's a weird place to go alone. Not me. I think it's more awkward to go with a friend. It was definitely interesting to say the least. Oh and don't worry folks, I snapped plenty of pictures. The first floor had a collection of videos, each with a different story to tell. My favorite was the video that showed all of the European commercials about safe sex. Most of them were directed at homosexuals or in lamens terms "the gays". One that had me laughing out loud depicted two guys that were rock climbing. One guy tells the other guy that he better put on his rock climbing gear before he climbs. When he refuses, his friend insists that he can help him with strapping everything on because he would never climb with anyone that doesn't wear gear. This led to a huge argument until the screen went black and the words came up that said, "skip the fight. wear protection". I loved it.

Then I walked upstairs and entered a whole new level of sex toys. I mean that statement both literally and figuratively. What I am about to show you is probably going to make you feel pretty awful for your grandmother. These are what the museum calls "antique vibrators".

Then the intense power drills as I like to call them below actually won a few awards for the craftsmanship of a man who's name I didn't bother taking note of.

Moving on. This is where I saw blow up dolls get taken to a brand new level. Made entirely out of latex and meant to feel as humanly real as possible. I introduce you to two dolls that cost about $10,000 a piece. I think you can use your imagination as to what they are used for.

Then there was the bondage section. Some things were a little bit too vulgar to even put in here but I will show you this crazy gadget.

Intense.

Then I found a few pictures in the art section that I just thought were cool. Took some pics.

^^Hand sketched by Pablo Picasso. So rad.

If you can blow up this last one you'll see just how dirty the minds are of people that sketch for Disney. As if we didn't already know...

So that was my adventure at the Museum of Sex today. I hope your mind is open enough to get a laugh out of it like I did. After I left, the rain from the morning had stopped so I decided to get a good walk in. I was thirty blocks from Central Park which ends up being about a twenty minute stride. I could walk for hours. So off I went down 5th ave in one of the most incredible cities in the World. Passing through the sky high buildings made me feel so small. Unknown and unseen. It was such a nice feeling to have no one to impress or entertain but myself. I think it's when you get to that point too that you are the most impressive. Irony is a thing that I find most interesting in life. By the time I reached the park it started raining again.

I got home around 4pm and immediately changed into some comfy Sunday attire. I cleaned up my room a bit and packed another box. I think I'll move all my stuff next weekend closer to the 1st of February. After all, I can't live there until then so why would I want my stuff to? For dinner tonight - cup O' noodle followed by way too many oatmeal chocolate chip cookies that I baked yesterday. I have no will power when it comes to the good stuff. I was definitely implanted with a sweet tooth at birth. I think that's a good thing. Tonight I'm definitely going to get a good night's sleep in preparation for another early Monday morning. In the meantime? I will be continuing Joan Didion's book "The White Album" that I'm reading for my book club. She's such an interesting author. I'm really enjoying it.

Until we meet again,

Meg