Tuesday, January 12th

Before I begin, I would just like to say that I have just created the most delicious mix of hot tea my mouth has ever sipped on. Honey Vanilla Chamomile mixed with Lipton Peppermint. Man, oh man. It would be more than an assumption to say I'll be drinking this tea bag mixture every night for at least the next seven days. To commit to fourteen might be a little bit of an over-do. We'll see.

Anyway, after the incredibly great news of employment yesterday, I decided to take myself out to dinner. The feeling of dining alone was actualy more satisfactory than anyone I could think of eating with. I think in the moment, I wanted to celebrate for myself - with myself. So off I went to a tiny restaurant/bar called Moto. Stress the word "tiny". It was one of the few places in Brooklyn that I've been to so far and I really like their environment. Candelit table tops with a love it or hate it menu. I happen to love it. I walked in an decided to sit at the bar with the possibility of some good conversation with another lonely stranger. I ordered a glass of wine and some chilled asparagus with hard boiled eggs. Sounds weird right? its amazing. My diet out here has definitely broadened its horizons that is for sure. As I munched on my eggs and veggies, a middle aged man walked in and sat two seats over from me. He ordered a beer and I smiled at him. That was all that was needed to start a conversation because five minutes later I knew his life story. I find it so interesting to listen to other people's passions and adventures. We all have something. Jim (I never caught his name so that's what we're going to call him) shared with me that he was actually out celebrating as well. Him and a friend of his had just gotten the approval earlier that day to open up a club in the BK. I clinked drinks with him in a celebratory cheers and then told him about my great news. Mid cheers, a girl with an extremely strong presence ran into the bar and rushed up in between us to order herself a drink. She was waiting for someone as she said to the bartender. Right as I was observing while admiring this girl, my mac n' cheese arrived. Not your ordinary noodles and cheddar though. Moto throws sliced potatoes and cooked onions in the mix. Hands down, the best, mac and fucking cheese I have ever had in my life. Instant conversation starter with the new girl too. She was sitting on the stool between Jim and I at this point and she commented on how delicious it looked. I told her she was right. Turns out it was Jane's birthday. (She too was a nameless encounter). A born and raised New Yorker who was waiting for her boyfriend to enjoy a night of countless drinks on her 28th birthday. Jim, Jane, and I sat and laughed as we talked about things that wouldn't matter tomorrow. Sharing conversations with strangers brings out such a raw honesty. There is no room to judge or reason to evaluate. After scraping my plate clean, I left the restaurant reflecting on my unexpected, but entirely enjoyable celebration dinner with two people whom I will probably never see again. Ah, New York, I love you.

Getting home, I mentally prepared myself for tomorrow's big day. Not only was I starting out with Carson Couture, but it was also going to be the first day of my internship with Corinne Vielle, the r&b artist.

I set my alarm for 6:45 and was in the shower by 7. Once I got the majority of my hair dry, I walked down to DD for my morning coffee. I'm pretty sure the girls that work there hate me now because I complained about my bagel having no cream cheese two days ago. Honestly though, the bread was dry with two dots of cream cheese on one side. Give me a break. Anyway, I headed back home drinking my possibly sabotaged brew and got right on the computer. I learned so much about sponsors today and how important it is for companies to support each other, especially in the fashion industry. Fashion week starts February 11th so right now I am in preperation mode and making tons of phone calls to big names. Carson keeps in constant contact with me, which I like. As the day progressed I really started to get a good grasp on my position and learned that I absolutely love my boss. She is one of those rare souls that you come across in life and know you want to surround yourself with. I think she feels the same about me, or at least I hope she does. I am so eager to learn as much as I can from this woman and that's exactly what I intend on doing.

My internship is located in a really nice building off west 31st street in Manhattan. I was scheduled to be there at 2pm so I made sure to leave with plenty of time to get there. Once I arrived, Corinne was sitting in the same seat that she interviewed me in with a tall, nicely dressed black man. I immediately learned that he was another intern and my new friend, Donald. She set us up with over a hundred music industry contacts that we were ordered to send out press releases to. There are two computers in the main office area, a MAC and a PC. He loves MAC and I'm more of a PC user so it was a smooth start in choosing who gets what chair. It was my job to send out the emails and he was in charge of phone calls. We got right to work but also got to know each other throughout the day with random babble back and forth. Corinne approached me about an hour into working today asking for my design input for her showcase at SIR studios. She wants me to go with her to the studio sometime in the next couple weeks to get a visual and help her out with color schemes for the backdrop. I was really happy that she is actually taking my input so seriously. It means a lot. It's crazy, with the fashion industry and the music industry known for having a record of careless assholes, I think I got stuck with two of the nicest people in either industry.

Donald and I stayed until about 5 and headed out of the building together to return to the post-work part of our day. We were both headed in the same direction and had about six blocks of walking time to talk. I learned that he is still in school and wants nothing more than to work in the music biz. I was surprised to hear he was only 20 years old. This was another reminder of how much I miss my brother. Donald was surprised to hear I've been in New York just shy of two weeks. You should've seen his face. It was a nice reaction though because he couldn't have been more welcoming. We quickly exchanged numbers and decided a hang out sesh is in order. Right on time, I came across my stop and hopped on the subway parting ways with my new friend. I'll see him tomorrow, same place same time.

When I got off the train and into cell phone reception I got a voicemail from Carson. She hired me an assistant today! I was surprised, but also incredibly relieved and thankful. The workload I anticipated this morning was somewhat overwhelming. Now my work will be cut in half and i'll be able to work more closely with Carson. Today was quite productive, entertaining, and kept me smiling all day long. Tomorrow should be similiar as far as my schedule goes, but who knows what can happen. If I've learned anything, it's that you never know what the future holds. You just have to get out of bed every day and hope for the best.

Until we meet again,
Meg