There's nothing I dispise more than all things 'fabulous.' But, I had a strange weekend of fabulous- here and there. My friend Y. came out here for some interviews, so we hung out during the evening with M. We tried to show her all of the things we thought she should see and we sort of succeeded. She saw Times Square at night, Chinatown and Little Italy, the village and well, Queens. But, we totally succeeded in finding places to eat. The first 'fabulous' place we happened upon was this middle eastern restaurant. We randomly went in and got lunch. When we went to pay the guy who worked there asked Y. where she was from. When she answered 'Japan,' he pulled out this Japanese magazine where his restaurant was featured, along with a photo of him and his restaurant. Ok, not too fabulous. But, fabulous enough. Later in the evening we had dinner at Otto, a Mario Batali restaurant. It's really good and reasonably priced. But, nonetheless fabulous. At least, all of the people who eat there tend to think they're fabulous. This morning, as Y. and I were walking to the train, we decided to stop at this cafe we went to a couple of nights ago. The cafe has already become my favorite place. They have fantastic cappuccinos/coffees as well as hundreds of thousands of calories worth of yummy desserts. As we walked out of the cafe I saw that they were the cafe/bakery that made the wedding cake for the wedding in 'My Big Fat Greek Wedding.' Fabulous, or what? Even though this cafe has it's bout with fabulousness, I still feel compelled to go there because my love for pasteries and coffee is far more true and strong than my disposition of fabulousness.

Ah...two weeks and counting until my trip to San Diego. I am more than excited to get out of the cold city and onto the warm beach. I'm going for this conference for work, so I'll only be with work people. A couple thousand work people, to be not so exact. Aparently, they do this every year. My work basically reserves a resort, flies us all out to it to hold a conference. Yeah, we have to learn and network. Understood. But, from what I've heard from everyone about this conference- it's basically MTV Spring Break. You really have to buckle down because everyone goes crazy. The company is very much a 'work hard, play hard' kind of company and this will be my first concrete piece of evidence of it. So, we go to meetings all day, but everyone hits the beach and goes out for the rest of the time only to get up early for meetings the next morning. I'm glad I'm still in that college age range, otherwise I don' t know how I'd handle it.