Next week I'm leaving on a jet plane to fabulous New York City. Why? To see family, to shop, to take a break, mostly to just get away from here, to be honest. It was kind of a last-minute decision and I'm still finalizing the plans.
I can't wait. I can't wait to get on that plane. I can't wait to get my passport stamped. I can't wait to set foot at La Guardia. I can't wait to see my cousins. I can't wait to see the three (yes, three!) Broadway shows my cousin and aunt have set up for me. I can't wait to go to Saks (the actual one on 5th Avenue). I can't wait to take the subway. I can't wait to take in that city-polluted air. I can't wait to go and not look back, not even a glance.
It's really too bad Fashion Week ends this Friday, otherwise I'd definitely try to get into some shows. Aw man, New York Fashion Week is the best because it has most of my favourite designers. Oh well. We can't have it all, most of all, me.
Anyway, enough about New York for now. I don't want to jinx it until my travel agent calls me tomorrow and I hear her say "You're booked" and my Visa is charged. Yippee.