nyc with amy

ah hanging out with amy in NYC is always fun. of course the first night i get there, we chat until almost 4 in the morning! on a thursday nite! i felt so bad cuz she was so tired the next morning for work. but i kept telling her to go to bed and we just kept talking! hahah. that's the greatest when you can talk with someone so much that you can't stop. sometimes it's like i have the sister i always wanted cuz people always ask us if we are twins or related. prolly because our sense of style is very similar. we're always swapping clothes whenever we see eachother. hanging with amy's girls was fun as always. but oh man those girls LOVE to shop. i don't think i've heard people talk about shopping so much in my whole life. i don't think i would fit in with NYC. they buy $1000 purses and $200 designer jeans like it is nothing. i don't even like to carry a purse if i don't have to. i look for jeans to be on sale for 30 bux or less. (although i'm not completely innocent on this one. i do own $70 jeans). it's not that these girls aren't smart either. but they just don't talk about work. guess i'm not used to that.

as for the events of the weekend...much partying indeed. we went to PM, sway, Air, Gastaad, Bed and prolly a handful of other places i don't remember. ate tapas, chilean sea bass (sorry jyan, it's so good!), steak with prociutto and cheese inside, and amy's home cookin. although with all the partying and hanging out with fun girl friends, i still ended up crying. i was at PM and was dancing. i accidentally hit some guy in head. (there's more to this but i won't explain here.) i said i was sorry but i think he thought i was amy. earlier amy was dancing close to him and bumping him as well. so he chewed me out by saying " ok this is the last time i'm telling you. sit down!" he said a lot more but i couldn't hear half of it. so anyways...being chewed out + missing home + being tipsy + pmsing + missing my hunny + running out of batteries on my cell phone so i couldn't talk to him = me sobbing in the bathroom. i wasn't mad at that guy. i knew he was mad for a good reason since i did hit him in the head. and i knew that i normally would not be crying in the bathroom at a club (cuz i dislike drunk girls who do that in clubs). it was only because i was already emotional over various other things that i just plain broke down and couldn't hold it in. it didn't last long though because even in my emotional state i could hear the voice of reason in my head. "why are you crying in the bathroom!?? it's only hormones. get it out of your system and then be done with it!" it only lasted maybe a few minutes. but i cried, and now i feel much better.