So last night was spent with my dad and my stepmom. We went to a very swishy restaurant (on my advice) called Blue Fin. Thought about expensing it back, but too risky - they paid in the end. Felt guilty - was $200!!!

I made the stupid mistake of bringing up the "lets name one personality flaw that we each have" conversation. Let's face it - the person that raises that conversation point only really raises it as an excuse to take a dig at someone in particular. Turns out that my biggest flaw is talking and doing things to fast.

Anyway the flaw that I pointed out in my father was that he constantly interrupts during conversations but gets mad when people do it to him. So then for the rest of the night I could see him trying REALLY hard not to interrupt. He'd go to do it and then stop himself and say "sorry".

I discovered that this is about as annoying as interrupting.

I am becoming more and more like my father - something that I had thought might be happening, but realized last night just how much. I am trying to intellectualize the reasons why that might be happening (time spent with parents in formative years, etc).

I am not yet becoming like my stepmom, as I have only known her for four years. That is yet to come. Maybe it will manifest itself physically and my hair will become wild and untamed. More so.

Lindsay is coming to stay tomorrow for a week and I am so excited. I have got us free tickets for two champagne parties and one off Broadway show. Work, my PR muscle. WORK!

Wow - this is somewhat overwhelming. Free reign to tell everyone about what I am feeling, thinking...whatever.

Which reminds me - I still haven't taken one of those NYC horse and cart rides around Central Park. The thing is that I really need to find someone special to take with me. And at the moment, that relates only to a few close friends (most of which reside in the UK) and my mum. And the latter would be really depressing.

Am at work and not working. WORK WORK WORK! Nope - going out on the fire escape for a cigarette!

I can't decide if it is the coffee or the vitamins I have recently started taking that is / are making me shaky in the AM's. Hmmm. Maybe it is the cigarettes. GIVE UP!!!

Not yet.

Oh...and I need to bring everyone's attention to the fact that one of my bestest friends, Zach, has now moved to Miami for the winter months. Bastard. He has no idea how much I envy him. Actually he does, cause I told him several times. Anyway - I miss him very much. I miss you Zach! What will I do at Beige now on Tuesday nights?

Chat up your dancer, that's what.