if need be, i can travel by my lonesome.

i dont think i could put it more poetic than LMFAO, "shots shots shots shots shots shots, everybody!" (except the BYU interns who dont drink.) i had to tell danielle the punch on the table of our work cinco de mayo fiesta was indeed sangria. had i thought it through—perhaps i would have allowed her to dabble in sin for my own amusement.

and because i cannot resist an opportunity to play barbie—i played dress up wednesday evening for a broadway experience. turns out Wicked is indeed wicked. singing was superb. dancing was dazzling. and the costumes … make me want to do away with words and spend my life in sequins and fabulous fabric, its a shame i dont have talent.

yesterday was the best day on record at the grind. we were briefed on a new client, frontier (a communications company). the cons of being a creative: creativity is conditional, ideas are sporadic, and late nights are .. nightly. the pros: danielle and i set out to brainstorm, left our supervisors our number in case they needed contact, and spent the entire afternoon sitting outside the nyc public library people watching for inspiration.

we also ventured to bryant park for lunch. l-o-v-e it (thank you for letting me be ashlee simpson there). its a massive social scene for madison ave, everyone grabs lunch and a café table. that is, if you dont lose your appetite from the shirtless old man who deems it appropriate to bask in the sun amidst the young fly and flashy.