You know, I can’t decide if I like the red eye or not.  On one hand, it’s great to fly out at night and arrive in the morning.  On the other hand, it means I only get about 4 hours of sleep (so not enough for this gal) and arrive exhausted.  In rush hour traffic.  The other thing, I feel like I spend so much time throughout the day just waiting for when it’s finally time to leave.  It does give me plenty of snuggle time with the boys though.

So the week in Herbie’s office was pretty uneventful.  I never got to talk to anyone famous (outside of Herbie, that is).  But I did take some important calls:  Elton John’s office called regarding his Oscar party, Al Gore’s office called and Quincy’s office called.  So close, yet so far.  I thought Herbie was actually going to call Al Gore while he was in my car (taking him to the garage to pick up his car), but he called back into the office to see why AG’s office called instead of calling directly.  Again, close, but no cigar.

I did get some Grammy-related swag.  I got the leftovers from the In Style party and got to play with the actual Grammy swag bag once it was delivered.   Some cool shit comes in those bags.  But some crazy ass shit comes as well.  Either way, it’s fun to play with!

And now, one final love-in with the boys and we’re off.  Oh, did I mention that the other day, while working on our bookkeeping at Johnny Rockets (don’t ask) I saw Dog, the Bounty Hunter and his skanky wife? Here he is in all his trashy glory…

One of my husband’s oldest friends (and a close friend of mine) has her birthday this Sunday.  Luckily (for me at least, since I was totally unaware it was this weekend) she’s crazy booked with Grammy stuff.  In fact, her birthday is the day of the Grammy’s so she’s booked solid from the early morning until late at night.  This of course, leaves me plenty of time to figure out what to get her.

She makes good money and really wants for nothing.  I mean, she’s the type (like many of us, as we get older) that if she sees something and she wants it, she pretty much just gets it.  She doesn’t wait around for folks to buy her something.  This of course, makes it quite difficult to get her gifts.

Typically, I focus on the smaller, trivial, lower-priced things that I know she loves – such as her favorite Yankee candles that are discontinued, or her Coffee Bean addiction.  Sadly, she’s caught on to my ways and is now full-on stocked with  her Coffee Bean supplies and has far more candles than she knows what to do with.  Square One, what surprise to see you again.

So I’m considering getting her a wardrobe/image consultant or stylist.  Because of the industry, she’s always needing to be ready for one special event (award shows, black-tie galas, dinners with heads of state, you name it) or another.  And many times, it’s multiple events, like this weekend or when she goes to the White House or whatever.  So I’m thinking that having someone come in, look over her wardrobe, make some outfits, and maybe force influence her to wear clothes that fit instead of shopping for her size 10/12 bottoms and 3x tops (and no, she’s not busty, but she will buy tops in sizing larger than this plus-size gal will buy her tops in).

Thing is (and there’s usually a thing, isn’t there?) a service like this doesn’t come cheap.  So, I have to figure out if she’d commit to whatever she’d need to follow-up with on her end.  In other words, we could pay for the initial consultation and an additional hour or so, but that leaves everything else up to her.  Which makes me wonder, is this then a great idea for a gift, or a horrible waste of money?

*sigh*

No, I don’t expect any of you, dear readers, to know the answer to that important question – I’m merely thinking out loud.  But if anyone should have a fabulous idea for a gift, I’m all ears (and no, nothing beauty service or spa-related will work).  Man, some folks sure are tough to shop for.

To my friends far and wide, may your new year be filled to brim with much joy, much love and many personal successes!

I was finally able to meet up with my friend the other day.  First time I’ve seen her in a bout six or so months.  It was great to catch up over lunch.  Who knew lunch could last three hours!  You know it’s a friend when you can spend that much time together yet feel as if it’s only been a couple of minutes.

Of course the little angel never woke up until it was time to leave.  But I did get to hold her, love her, feed her and burp her before we parted ways.  Maybe next time we get together for dinner with the hubby the angel will spend a little more time smiling and giggling.