A Shout Out to the Women of NYC

It’s been exactly 21 months, eight days and two hours since landing at JFK (with eight suitcases full of clothes, shoes and accessories). The journey here was long and hard, and I should have been exhausted, but I had my O-1 talent visa in my hand, and dreams of makin

The Great Gatsby

The tempo of the city had changed. The buildings were higher, the parties were bigger, the morals were looser and the liquor was cheaper. – Nick Carraway (The Great Gatsby)

Yesterday, I attended a Great Gatsby themed birthday party for my friends Allison and Helen. It was a nice break from all the Holiday festivities and the Jingle Bell music playing all around the city. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a huge fan of Christmas, but when all I hear, non-stop for a month, is Christmas music, I was dying for a change. I was so excited to get all dolled up, celebrate at a non-holiday themed party, and listen to amazing tunes from Ted Lewis, Ruth Etting and other jazz musicians from the roaring 20’s.

Secrets of a Party Poet

Last night was my holiday party. This morning, I woke up with mascara all over my face, lipstick in my hair, and fully dressed, in my SUPER GIRLY pink Betsey Johnson dress, with one stiletto hanging off my foot. I’m pretty sure I had a fabulous evening.