this is long-belated, but the bachelorette party in nyc went like this: arrived at midnight. hung out in the hotel and ate snacks and watched tv (no partying). Had brunch next day. Saw Barbera Walters at next table. Went shopping. Ate too much at dinner. Went to Hunkmania. Got wasted at this dance club where we spent over 1k in table service (no hot guys whatsoever, wtf). Left kinda early. Went back to hotel (everyone was puking. I was ok). Woke up. Had lunch at a Thomas Keller restaurant. Saw Conan O’Brien. Shopped. Waited in line for dinner. Ate. Went back to hotel. Watched G.I. Jane. Thats pretty much what happened. It was probably the most tame time I’ve ever had in nyc, but I had a good time, nonetheless. 
Editor’s note 8/22/12: this is when I first reconnected with sly — he was at the dance club and out of boredom (no cute guys, dj sucked, not enough to drink) I latched on to him and talked to him the entire night. He had a gf at the time (not present) and was completely wasted/not very interested in talking to me. Judging from the photo below, it’s no wonder why — I look like a zombie. It’s pretty crazy that we have a photo of not only the first time we met, but also the first time we met again after four years of not being in contact. This photo was the beginning…or second beginning…
