Last night, I dreamt of mushroom pizza. Seriously. July 11, 2007

Vegas, tomorrow. 
 
The two greatest words ever put together in the long and storied history of the English language. Except for maybe “pizza, now” or “marry me?”  
 
It’s time. The moment I start to get agitated with New York is the exactly the moment I must cheat with another city. Get away for a few days, relax, come back tanned and a bit sedated by the sun and the drinks. It’s inevitable that, on the car ride in from the airport, as we descend upon the Lincoln Tunnel and catch our first glimpse of the skyline, I will fall back in love with New York. I will realize why I am rooted here. I will caress New York’s head and kiss up and down its arm and say, “I’m back, baby. I could never leave you for good. I love you too much. Plus, the pizza everywhere else sucks.”  
 
(Hi, I’m Clink and I have pizza on the brain the way adolescent boys can only think about sex. Scratch that, the way all boys can only think about sex. It’s just, in the past few days all I’ve ingested are two salads, a package of pita crisps, some dried fruit/nuts and coffee. I’m hungry. Treasure Island buffet - as per Miss Molly’s recommendation - watch out. Seriously.)  
 
(Speaking of sex - oh, and hi, I’m Clink the Tangent Queen - ladies, I have discovered a little secret. If you come out of the shower wearing nothing but a small, satin robe, your man won’t be able to keep his hands off you. For serious. I highly recommend.)  
 
Before coming into work today, I stopped by my new job to meet some of the team and get up to speed before I start on Monday. There’s a part of me that is sick - so sick! - of starting new jobs. I know it’s all part of being freelance and that this is, essentially, what I chose for myself. But getting over that first “I’m new here and I don’t even know where you guys keep the staples let alone what the hell I should be doing” hump is never fun. 
 
However, the new place’s atmosphere is one I can get on board with. Example: everyone was hungover as hell from drinking last night after work. When I walked in, they were all stuffing their faces with greasy breakfast food. I thought to myself, “oh yeah, I’ll fit in here no problem.” Also, they throw things at each other, which is my personal favorite way of getting someone’s attention.  
 
Anyway - I’m off! Off to Vegas! Tomorrow! Which means, for those of you a wee bit slow on the uptake, I won’t be posting Thursday or Friday. And I’ll try my darndest on Monday when I start the new job. In the meantime, my archives are over there to the right. Whenever I’m bored, I like to click on this date last year and in 2005 to see what kind of headcase I was than and if I have, in fact, made any improvement in that department. Feel free to give me your own take on it.  
 
Oh! And if you happen to be in Newark Airport tomorrow - hey, maybe you like to hang out at airports, maybe that’s your thing or something, I don’t judge, man - and you see a tall brunette getting toasted at the airport bar, come up and say hi! And maybe buy me a drink. Because, uh, I’m going to need all the drinks I can get. 
 
Also, if I die in a fiery plane crash, I’m counting on one of you to contact WordPress and shut this puppy down. I do not want a part of my legacy to be “wrote about the details of her life - including her Secret Craziness - to various strangers on the dang Internets.” 
 
Ciao, y’all.