I am no longer talking politics with people I love, because I am not emotionally stable enough about this election to handle it.
It’s not that I want to live in my own little Obama bubble, it’s just that I would rather still have a husband and good friends after the election.
However, I can feel free to blog the hell out of it.
Lauren brought in cupcakes from Brooklyn. I am powerless in their presence, especially that chocolate frosted one.
Linds and I are already dreaming about our romantic Greek dinner at Pylos tonight. I can’t wait to a) see her, b) drink wine and c) eat pastichio (among many other things.)
Reason # 5,321,098 I am glad to be back in New York: Intimate dinner at Rosa Mexicana with the husband.
I have health insurance for the first time since 2003.
Marriage has many perks, and this is one of them.
Before he entered the White House, Abraham Lincoln’s experience in elective office consisted of eight years in his state legislature in Springfield, Ill., and one term in Congress –- during which he showed the courage and wisdom to oppose the invasion of another country, that was popular when it started, but later condemned by history.
The experience Lincoln’s supporters valued most in that race was his powerful ability to inspire hope in the future at a time of impasse. He was known chiefly as a clear thinker and a great orator, with a passion for justice and a determination to heal the deep divisions of our land. He insisted on reaching past partisan and regional divides, to exalt our common humanity. In 2008, once again, we find ourselves at the end of an era with a mandate from history to launch another new beginning. And once again, we have a candidate whose experience perfectly matches an extraordinary moment of transition. -Al Gore
I may have cheated for a week or so with that sparkly left coast city but New York, you will always be the one.
It’s good to be back.
I love this photo and I love these girls.
Please stop playing the instrumental versions of songs like “Tears in Heaven,” “Moon River” and “Over the Rainbow” because - combined with my mounting anxiety over this flight - it is making me all emotional and there is barely any privacy in airports.
Thanks,
Alena
PS - Could you talk to the Heat Director about possibly turning the dial up a few notches from arctic?
Goodbye, LA. It’s been real.
Stuck at LAX. Alone. For five hours.
I’ve already done the patented Laney flip through of every September magazine I have not already read. I’ve already eaten some food and downed some wine. I’ve already contemplated buying a cheesy “Los Angeles” sweatshirt because someone forgot to stuff something long sleeved into her carry on and it is cold in here.
Now all that’s left to do is obsess about the flight and how bummed I’ll be if it crashes and I don’t get back to New York.
And now, after typing that, I’m obsessing about the fact that if the flight does crash, everyone will remark on how eerie it was that I wrote about the plane possibly crashing, etc.
Only about three more hours until I can take the Ambien, sweet Ambien.
