Start spreading the news..

So I'm off this Thurs for a trip to the East Coast. Heading into NYC to visit the haunts of my literary hero and her consort. I am concerned though that the media will get wind of my impending visit and my exploits will be splashed across the Daily News. But, if you've worked in the entertainment business as long as I have, you come to expect the pap to stalk your every move and blind items "leaked" to the rags. What can you do? I do hope to keep a low profile, but don't be surprised if you see a few Gawker Stalker items. On this trip, I will also be visiting not one, but two former gfs! Yes, we gals always stay friends with our ex's, it's true. (Ok, mostly true). I'm looking forward to it quite a bit actually. It's handy having a bunch of friends conveniently located in a small geographical area. I do hope it's spring out there, I have no idea what the weather is like..it's 70 here. I guess Nor'easters still happen out that way this time of year? Lordy, life above the Mason-Dixon line...

In other news, we're starting the harrowing process of selling a house/buying a house. Suffice to say it shall be hellish, but hopefully worth it in the end. We're living in suburbia right now in a city that has as much soul as Albany, NY or similar smallish capital cities in most states (How much soul do they have you ask? None I say). We're looking for some country property with some acreage and outbuildings. We're off this afternoon to look at an 8-acre property with apple trees and a small horse barn. I'm gonna take us off the grid as soon as possible; I'll be churning butter and darning socks by candlelight in no time! How quaint! If we find something like that, you better believe we will have some goats and other possible farmyard animals. Until that time, I'm dealing with getting this house ready to sell and getting our shit packed up and stored. The only thing I'll miss about this house are the flowers and plants I've already put in. Don't think I won't be back in the fall to dig up my mom's peony bushes and transplant them. They're already about knee high right now, not sure if they'll bloom this year or not; they're still traumatized from the first transplanting. But they're going with me hell/high water.

Ok, I've got things to see, people to do...wish me luck while I'm in the Big City. If need be, I have been promised safety and comfort in the welcoming bosoms of Viv and Mrs. Ta-ta, as they say...