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Caroline Kennedy

I went to the opening night gala for ABT tonight at the Met.  My friend hooked us up with two box seats.  The highlight of the evening for me was seeing Caroline Kennedy.  She sat in a box level to ours, facing the stage directly.  Towards the end of Intermission, we watched her rip little pieces from her program and throw them down at somebody sitting in the house.  It was so cute to see her being so playful.  For me, she's never had the star power that her parents and brother posessed, but seeing her in person, she was graceful and beautiful.  She ended up catching some guys attention sitting in the house.  He was tickled to see who was trying to say hi.  I imagined it was her hairdresser or something. 

So Slowly

So the blogging will accelerate.. but right now I'm just getting used to this again slowly.  This post will be Rosie style.  Kind of streamofconciousnesstomsdiner.  No big political opinionated posts yet.  Just maybe some news about whats going on.  I may be switching jobs soon.  It's an amazing and exciting opportunity.  I'm going to Florida on vacation.  I wanted to go to Mexico, but work and financial circumstances only allow for the usual Florida trip my bf and I go on every year to visit family and catch up on our tanning.  Um.. what else..  oh I'm seeing Madonna.  She's a greedy cuntface whore.  I think I'm going to two shows.  I hate her.  The new Prince album is fucking amazing.  Favorites: Lolita and Love and Black Sweat.  Duh. 

More later.  Happy Passover. 

Free Money = Happy Valley Indeed (alternate title: I fucking Love New York)

I went to Happy Valley last night.  It's a club on 27th street between 5th and Broadway.  Apparently it was the Heatherette after-party or something.  Richie Rich was channeling Madonna in some pretty white roller gear.  There was a large bunch of red balloons tied up over the dance floor when I arrived.  Shortly thereafter, Suzanne Bartsch said something (I think) from the stage, and then the balloons were dropped.  All of the sudden, everyone was popping the balloons, and I realized there was CASH IN EVERY BALLOON!!!  1s, 5s, 10s, and 20s, from what I saw.  Some chick was holding three 20s she apparently found.  There was money all over the floor.  Ms. Bartsch added icing to the mayhem by making her exit while tossing more cash from the stage.  That's just fucking cunty, I'm sorry. 

OuCh

My new favorite neighborhood name abbreviation is OuCh: Outer Chelsea.