Piling up memories

Today was my newest cousin Lola's christening. She's a cute baby. But at five months old I am pretty sure she is already sick of every member of our collected family singing "Copacabana" to her.

I was supposed to be at the Yankee game tonight but we left the party a little late and now I'm watching it on TV and getting nervous as I always tend to this late in the season. It's not life or death but it FEELS like it when you've become as obsessed as I have. If you think I'm bad, you should talk to my sister. She's a lunatic... I say with love.

I went to a great party last night in Harlem. It started early enough that I thought I would be able to make it to my friend Alev's birthday afterwards in the East Village but I didn't. I feel bad. I love Alev. But there were a few factors to why I missed the 2nd event and they are as follows:

1) Jungle juice (consisting of fermented fruit juice) and jello-shots

2) I was chasing Alison down the street telling her to put her shoes on because Eighth Avenue is nowhere to walk barefoot.

3) My sister wouldn't let me leave and kept asking random party guests to stop me from leaving. The aforementioned jungle juice made that a pretty easy task.

Every event that I miss I worry about because my days in New York are numbered and the number of parties with Alev in the East Village are therefore also numbered. The same can be said for dinners with Katie or baseball games with my sister. It's all slipping away. The new adventure is exciting but I'm trying to pile up memories. You know, in between packing and worrying that I'm going to develop a gambling problem. (Actually, that's something my Aunt Louise is worrying about on my behalf. I didn't even think of that to worry about until she mentioned it -- she's good like that.)

I will be in New York until September 24. I'm having my good-bye party at an as-yet undecided location on September 22 at around 6:30 to catch the after-work crowd. I will be in Vegas from September 24-30 and then I am back from September 30-October 8. October 9 is my first official day of work, at which point I am a Nevadan. Well, a New York-Nevadan. 'Cuz you can take the chick out of the city but not the city out of the girl. At least that's what I'm hoping.