Saturday, January 23rd

TGIS is officially the new TGIF. I find Saturday much more enjoyable than any given Friday as it is a complete day of freedom. Once this thought became more clear I started getting upset that Friday has gotten the four character abbreviation that has reigned all these years. Understandably Friday is the last day in the workweek but it is still a day of work. I mean, when saying "Thank God it's Friday" aren't you really saying "Thank God it's Friday because we are that much closer to Saturday"? Saturday offers freedom from work and school, unless of course you are one of those idiots that sign up for a Saturday class. I still don't quite understand those that opt for a weekend course but hey, to each their own. Freedom to sleep in and continually sleep throughout the entire day say on your couch, in your bed, in your boyfriend's bed. Whatever. You're allowed. Freedom to bake cookies at 9 in the morning, if you want to. I personally am more of an afternoon baker when I'm feeling ambitious enough for the task. Saturday says you can do your laundry today, or you can save it for tomorrow if you'd rather. Saturday really doesn't care what it is that you do, because really you have 24 hours of shameless freedom to do whatever it is that you want to do - or not do. So this is my ode to Saturday as I thank you for allowing a perfectly enjoyable lazy day today with a few personal tasks done at my leisure.

Ahem, and now I can begin. I have been working for Carson from morning til night this last week. Literally. I would be lying if I said it wasn't exhausting. However I figure it's better to be exhausted working rather than looking for work. I have finished putting together a lookbook for my boss and then created an editorial story with a different set of photos that we're sending over to Vogue and Harpers Bazaar. Her designs and couture dresses are so unique and beautiful. Just in these last two weeks I have built even more of an appreciation for the fashion industry and all the hard work that gets put into it. Even the models work extremely hard despite what the majority of people may think. They are not props, they are working women and men who go through a lot more than most may ever know. I love being a part of this world and I am counting down the hours until Fashion Week hits. It begins on February the 11th and ends on the 18th. At least those are the dates for America. Carson is doing her runway event at MoMA which is one of my favorite museums in New York. Ever since I got a chance to help out with Fashion Week in LA I have always dreamed about experiencing it here.

Thursday night after a drink or maybe five that I had induced at a birthday party two floors down, it started to really hit me that I'm not in California anymore. That may sound a little overdue, but not for me. The week before I moved here I had many chances for a good cry. I had many goodbye dinners and lunches with friends and one great final farewell party. All of these incredible people that I have in my life to see me off. But there was never that moment. That feeling that I suppose I was waiting for. Goodbye was never something that I had sitting in the pit of my stomach. "See ya later" is more how I felt at the time. To be brutally honest, I had absolutely no idea what I was getting myself into coming out here. I knew that I wanted to get away. And I did. I wanted a change, something new, something different. I needed to know that there was more to life than this bubble that I have so comfortably lived inside of for twenty two years. I mean, I have always known there was a big World out there but I guess I never knew if I would be brave enough to embrace it. But here I am. Living and working in New York City following my dreams as they come. It's scary, but exciting at the same time. So exciting. In fact, I think what had me feeling nostalgic about California is that I can see myself living here for a really long time. I see myself building a life here. A career. And I can't imagine doing it anywhere else.

Friday, being last night was cheap and dirty - just like your sister. Kidding. But I did go to a bar in Williamsburg with that as the theme. Cheap drinks. Dirty minds. There were a few solid drinks specials that ran throughout the entire night but I stuck with the PBR and a shot of whiskey for $5. No complaints for that deal. Plus drinking whiskey makes me feel kind of like a badass. The bar was called "Savalas" and a friend of mine was the DJ. The place was a little too packed however which is my pet peeve at bars. Either get a bigger place or control that amount of guests. Seriously. While I was there I ran into a friend of mine that I haven't seen in almost three years since he moved out here. It was so good running into him! Especially since he had no idea that I was living out here now. It felt good to pass along the news. At the same time I was starting to feel more accepted and comfortable in this new world I had put myself in. My intuition tells me that this feeling is going to do nothing but grow as I continue to fill in the pieces. After the compacted body heat got the best of me, I decided to head out to another location with my friend Stefanie. We migrated to "Spike Hill" which had really good vibes. This bar offered something that I have never seen before or could've beleived without experiencing. For every drink you order, you receive a free pizza! I can imagine your response. But it is in fact true, as I was a witness and consumer to this pizza given to me free of charge. Real and delicious. We even had a pizza ticket left over for next time. This just adds to the database of many reasons why I love New York.

Now it's about 9pm on Saturday night. I've decided to stay in tonight and enjoy some bonding with myself. I'm thinking maybe a good chick flick is in order. It's been a while. I stocked up on groceries today too so I have lots to work with if I get hungry later. As I light my candles and inscents and relax in my cosy living room only one thought comes to mind, T.G.I.S.

Until we meet again,
Meg