Many cures

Apparently when I get around Heather I turn into a high heel wearin', hair curlin', cat talkin', manicure gettin' kind of girl. So, in honor of Martin Luther King Jr. we went to get our nails done. Not really, but I did watch a whole lot of news, walked in the cold to Heather's regular place, then tried out a new one just because we could.



No vist with Heather would be complete without taking dumb pictures on her couch!



I flew back to New York tonight...what a crazy crazy flight that was. It was way late. Of course. Flying with O'Hare on one end and LaGuardia on the other just means you will be EONS late. Luckily, our plane took off despite the snow only a few hours late. Even though I love Chicago, and the city beckoned to me in a way I wasn't prepared for (I'm pretty sure I'm going to move there in the future), I was happy to be back to New York. It's big, it's loud, it's rambunctious, it's crazy, and it's mine. No matter where I will go in the future, I'm not quite done with New York yet.