Like, I Can't.

I'm baAaAaAack

I have been working a lot lately, which if you know my line of work, that seems silly.

And after typing the above - I do realize how that sounds, and I want to assure you that my job is the opposite.

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So, to ease back into this next chunk of posts, I must admit what is on my mind morning, noon, and night:

It is almost. finally. just about time for vacation!

I have been "patiently" waiting for months, and here it is!

And by patiently, I mean whining and moaning about how far away the trip is

and how I "just want to be there already" every 2 days.... so, yeah.

And for this trip I set some major goals, as I always do.

...Which I did not achieve at all, but "A" for effort, right?

For example:

Do I look like a model on the front cover of Vogue, as I had hoped?

No.

(this is the look I am going for instead)

Am I swimming in a pool full of cash that will allow me to vacation without wallet worries?

Nope.

Quite the opposite.

I love the Target dollar section too much tbh.

But I am still excited and looking forward to a great time with some of my closest and oldest friends and beyond ecstatic to be going back to the place that I love the most in the whole world. Like, I can't. I just love Ireland so much, and the next 2 weeks are going to d r a g.

To make things "worse"

What hasn't helped my excitement is that last week, a friend of mine from Ireland came over to visit and landed up in NYC. Naturally, I offered to "host" a fun night out, 'cause obviously I am the queen of good times.

(a really great photo of us, circa 2010 )

It was a nice blast from the past and in an attempt to be more youthful and Irish, I stayed up way past my bedtime, indulged in a few extra beverages, and missed the train back to Jersey, forcing us to brave most of the bewitching hours in Times Square and Penn Station.

::shudder::

* Side note: Nothing good happens after 2 am, especially in Times Square *

The pure absurdity of the evening mixed with Irish memories made me even MORE nostalgic and ready to get this vacation rolling.

In the words of a true millenial -

Like, I can't.

People - NEVER BOOK YOUR VACATION AT THE END OF SUMMER. It is -

the worst.

But I will make it. And I will stop complaining about things that aren't worth complaining about.

T-minus 15 days, baby.

And I will be back soon with more meaty posts containing true content.

Promise.

Until then,

skål xx