I confess to a sexxxy encounter in the thunderstorm last night, wet hair, sticky clothes and scintillating conversation with a charming gentleman. I love this city!

I am trying to insert my brain into a paper cup of coffee while perched in a window seat of a Harlem joint this morning, not really wanting to do the whole biz of packaging self home via a large metal bird with luggage in tow...can't I just dawdle and admire the architecture of this city some more? No, I have a multi-hour appt. waiting at home in LA, and there is no rest for the wicked.

FYI  I never went to Long Island, despite all the hoopla, nary one appt., I am not complaining, just observing a phenomenon. I will put it on the calendar *again*  when I come back, but seriously, don't be afraid L.I. boys, I don't bite, well just little love nibbles...Once agin, thank you to all my friends here, and to those I haven't met, may your all your landing strips be smooth, and your bushes succulent.