You gotta love NYC, or she won't love you back!

The Photographer said that last night to me as we had some wine in his newly singled apartment in Williamsburg. We had somehow turned what should have been "a bite to eat and some drinks" into an all nighter. We had started at a bar with an outside terrace, which was great until it got cloudy and cold. After that I was feeling little hungry, since I had spent about two hours at the gym, so momma needed to grub. We were walking over to this small Mexican joint when it started to rain on our heads, we ran under an awning and huddled very close to each other and wondered out loud how long the rain would last, and I was hoping forever. We scurried over to have dinner and to wait out the storm, and from there ended up at Belly, my favorite bar on my block. We both had four beers each, on top of the Margaritas, so he had the wonderful idea of getting a bottle of wine and hanging out at my place. I knew that Roommate may be home so I made the suggestion to go to his place, and to my surprise he jumped up and we left. We were both wasted when we finally got to his place, he made me feel right at home. We had some mota and drank and laughed like we were in high school. So he made me fall in love with him again, only this time it was a good feeling, more real. All night he spoke about his girlfriend, who just moved out, and how he felt about her. I know that he's straight, but it just felt really good to be around someone so caring and artistic. We sat so close on the couch that I could smell the faint smell of his cologne. We talked about dreams and music and life. After that we ran back over the bridge to hang out with some of his friends, who gave us the wrong address, so we ended up having to walk 12 streets and two avenues south to get were they were at, only to have issues with the door people. I was not in the right frame of mind to be there at that moment, so after a while I just said my goodbyes and bounced. I knew that the night could drag on forever and I wanted to wake up without a hangover, which I did. He gave me a great hug and I walked home, grabbed some drunk/fat gurl food and watched TV. It was a dream date, and without dreams there is nothing....

df.

COACHELLA!!!

I've been a bad, bad blogger!! Sorry... :)
So let me get to it! I was in California last week for a long weekend in LA and Indio, the Coachella Valley to be more precise. We were were sent to scout the Coachella Music Festival, which is an hour outside of Palm Springs. It was two days of bands and performers, over 100,000 people enjoyed the polo fields and it's 95+ degree weather. I am tan! There were over 100 bands that played various tents and some of the performers included: James Blunt, Scissors Sisters, Imogen Heap, Massive Attack, Tool and of course Madonna. She performed the final night and she didn't even close, she just went up in the electronic tent after Paul Okenfold. She was over 20 minutes late, and the place was packed with about 30,000 people trying to squash in to see her, I seriously thought that I was going to die from either heat stroke or being crushed by people in the back trying to get closer. We were lucky enough to get in the middle. I don't want to keep on writing since the pics will speak for themselves. Got home Monday night, late, and finally got a chance to rest this weekend, which was why I didn't write or do anything. I PROMISE to write more this week!! Love you guys...DF.