...and I don't know if I'll stick it out as I'm pretty damn busy these days. Two kids. A pile of clients. A business to manage. Did I mention two kids?
But there are things like my Peter Alexander owl PJ's from their uber-cute shop on Robertson that I'm just obsessed with and I can't really blather on to my husband about them anymore.
So since we're chatting about Robertson, let's start with my trip to L.A. a few weeks ago. 24 hours, three client meetings, two BM's at The Ivy. My flight arrived late and I got the urgent text: "GET TO LUAU NOW SITTING NEXT TO JLO AND MARC DOESN'T SEEM LIKE THEY'RE FAKING IT." With that, I shot a "FLOOR IT!" to my driver, but to no avail, as LAX was a hike an a half from the 800 paparazzi camped outside.
So instead, off to my new favorite little hotel, The Chamberlain in West Hollywood. In lieu of fab fare next to the Anthonys and Dennis Hopper, it was a bowl of Cheerios via room service. But it was still LA in December.
Next, off to check out some potential office space a few doors down from Chris McMullan.
Then back to DC, back into my owl pj's, back to my clients, my adorable kids, my business to manage.
Lather, rinse, repeat, though add in 4 months of colic, and you have the quick nutshell of my life since we last left off. And there we have it.