I'm going to New York City! And I am so very excited. I have never really gone on a trip on my own before; it has always been with the group. Planes all by myself scare me to death, but I think after I get through that I will be OK. I am ready to go shopping, to wander, to meet new friends, new people, sleep on random floors, in the streets, wherever. I am buying a bunch of Broadway tickets to go see some shows all by myself.

No dragging the dudes to musicals, no not being able to see them because we have a show at the same time or the next morning. It is me on Broadway, going to all of them until I am broke and happy and full of beautiful voices. Broadway voices make me die. Really. They do. And I am telling you now, I won't be able to get enough. I am going to eat all the yogurt in the city! All the crazy dipped french fries! I'm going to go ask a million guys for their numbers and get turned down a million times, too, and it will be amazing!

I mean, maybe I am building this all up in my head, but, I think it'll be fun to go alone for once. I really want to sleep in an alley. I really want to buy ice cream on the streets. I really want to get a random job holding signs on a street corner. Want to run into someone I know. Maybe someone I don't know. Get a hippo tattooed on my face!

Musicals...here I come! You're robbing my pockets! $140 for one ticket! Sheesh. Ya know what Broadway? You're worth it. You are. You are so beautiful and I love you.

'Til next time,
Dia