While away in New York City last week I was trying very hard to find my inner Sex in the City character. I experienced moments of complete shoe lust a la Carrie Bradshaw. I talked sperm flavour enhancer in a very blush worthy conversation only Samantha Jones could appreciate. I gasped at price tags in Bloomingdales in a fashion I am sure Charlotte York would understand, and bargained with a street vendor, hashing out an amazing bargain I just know Miranda Hobbes would have approved of.
Just when I thought I couldn’t be any more “New York” I had myself a series of fascinating celebrity encounters.
Brushed past Snoop Dogg in Times Square. (and yes I took pictures!)
Talked with the beautiful and sweet Vanessa Lachey at the SocialLuxe Lounge party. I kind of hate her now! No one should be that gracious and stunning at the same time. (girl crush)
I also did a wee bit of a product demonstration with Jill Zarin, one of the Real Housewives of NYC. You know, she is just as sassy and quick in person as she is on TV. No acting going on there!
Yep, I partied it up for four days in New York
I think I have a BlogHer hangover and you know what I learned? Although I have a true love affair with shoes, writing and now New York City itself, I am just not a Sex in the City kind of girl!! It’s fast, it’s loud, it’s fabulous but my place will always be right here, having sex in the suburbs.