Back to New York this week for a project. A word of advice: do not go to New York during the summer. Ever. It is the Inferno. 84 degrees at 8:30 in the morning. High of 97 today. Thunderstorms. Eau de Garbage. I have NO clothes to accommodate Inferno weather. Hoping to get by on last summer's cache of wedding guest dresses. Not exactly thrilled about being introduced to the creative team while wearing a Wonder Bra(TM), but there's nothing to be done about it.
P.S. It's so humid that I can actually hear my hair gaining volume.
P.P.S. After last month's (one-sided) discussion about the legality/morality of buying magazines at the airport, I eschewed.
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sounds terrible.
wish i was there with ya!
matt
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