The Do

I am the worst blogger ever. Actually someone once told me that if you don't blog more than once a week, your blog is not a blog anymore. I'm not sure what that means for this thing. What is it, if not a blog? A kazoo? A puppy? Is it going to have virtual identity issues?

I am feeling particularly jaunty and weird today, if you can't tell.

My office (the new one...aka the coolest job EVA) went to Barbados this past weekend for our holiday vacation. We were each allowed to take a plus one, so obvs I brought my heterosexual life partner. I knew everyone else would bring bfs/gfs, but honestly, I don't like anyone as much as I like her. Plus, since I'm not seeing anyone, what was I supposed to do, bring a good guy friend and pretend we're sleeping together? Or worse, bring some dude I don't know and actually sleep with him AND have to spend my tropical island time with him? No, thanks. So I took my bff, and it was amazing.

I think I love NYC more since coming back, too. Particularly since I got half my head cornrowed (they say "canerows" there; I don't think they grow corn) in Barbajia (as we call it) on the recommendation of my new best Bajan friend Liz. Seriously, how are people so nice and friendly there? How is that possible? Comparatively, New Yorkers aren't just cold, we're downright murderous. Yet, the murderousness has its own strange charm.

But anyway, the cornrows are great because if you look at me on the left side, I'm just a pale Jewish white girl -- but boom, I turn my head, and you're like WHOA this white girl has attitude. And you know that, because I have badass hair. If I were in bufu Ohio with this hair, I would be shunned and kicked out of my schtetl. But here I can actually tell who the tourists are because they are the only ones who do a double-take when they notice the right side of my head. And I kind of like it.