It's been a whirlwind . . . I can't believe it's over (or almost over).
And I must say, I've never seen so many fake tits in my entire life. This city is jam-packed with nip-tucked, hard bodied women. We saw a lot of them last night at the fabulous society party we attended (not to mention dinner at the country club beforehand). It's impossible not to comment on this phenomenon.
Anyway, I'm already anticipating my own home, my own bed (or couch), my own cable TV and my own internet connection (which was one of the worst things about this ghetto, historic hotel). And my kitties, of course. Colin is evidently mournful, poor baby. Hope he recognizes me!