This past week-end I found myself in the Union Square Barnes and Nobles, researching an article that I'm working on. The piece basically involves a lot of different kinds of experts and I have to dig them up myself. Not so hard for a seasoned hack such as myself, n'est pas?
I did a Profnet search but figured I should also do a little leg work. A lot of the experts I need are in the relaitonship and sex arena, and so I found myself in the rather large self-help section, taking notes on books and authors and things like that. Initially this seemed perfectly normal, since I knew I had an assignment to do. However, self-help is right next to all the magazines, where people like to lurk, and I caught people looking at me as I flipped thorugh books about Mars and Venus in the Bedroom and things like that. I soon became self conscious. Did I look crazy? Did I look like one of those women who suck at the teet of John Gray and Oprah?(Actually, don't answer that...) I left and moved over to the business and management section, hoping to figure out what this Six Sigma nonsense is all about. (I still don't know.)
The rest of the week-end was spent at Velazquez's final party at Apartment 206. It was a ridiculously good time. He's going to send me some photos later on. They should most def be hot.
And yes, I finally figured out how to turn a futon bed into a futon couch. I now have an Extra Plush couch that makes me feel like I'm sitting in the middle of a soft enchilada. So all in all, life is good.
