That whole saying about “needing a vacation from your vacation” couldn’t be more true. My body is still in shock from having to do normal life again. My normal life involves eating leftovers while standing in my kitchen, drinking healthy juice (sometimes) and waking up early. Not to fool you, I don’t wake up early everyday because I’m a super productive person. I wake up early because I have a terror of an animal that thinks sleeping in is lame. Usually when I’m in New York it has something to do with work, so I’m generally running from meeting to meeting, getting lost, being rained on and being stressed. But last week it was completely different. There was so much leisurely walking, so much casualness, lots of wine with my lunches. Sometimes two lunches. Sometimes a late-afternoon cocktail. Whatevs! I was on vacation, man. And it was dreamy. I went to a lot of places. A LOT. Mainly because I date a maniac who loves food more than me. Seriously, I don’t understand how his body can eat as much as he does. And he’s super annoying because he eats everything and gains nothing. I went to so many places …

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