Golly, I've been swamped working for my real job. You know, the one at which Carole Migden likes to hassle me. Anyway, it all comes magically together tonight at our Gala. I love a huge, tedious project that ends in alcohol.
And then tomorrow morning at the blessed break of dawn, I leave for...Hong Kong!
Alex and I are meeting the folks for a traditional Thanksgiving in Penang. Actually, the folks and I will be in Penang for Thanksgiving. Alex is meeting up with some friends in Bangkok. And by friends, I mean a 12 year old Thai boy and a sex change. And then the four of us will round out our trip in Singapore, where I plan to spit on the sidewalk and scrawl "Gavin + Beth = Love" on bathroom walls. Please. Like they'll cane me. I'm an American in a foreign country. I'm the world's princess.
Anyway, it's time for another Spotswood Family Adventure, so you can look forward to blogs about tiny Asians, knock off handbags, hooking up with hotel staff and my parents driving me nuts. I expect all juicy gossip to be forwarded immediately. We're staying at classy ass places so I am fully confident I'll be spending an hour each day in the "business center" communicating with you fine people. And I'll still be doing my Culture Blogs, of course.
Should you find emergency cause to contact me other than "the internet", consult the BFF. She knows how to find me in the depths of third world countries.
Finally, have a lovely Thanksgiving, Americans. Gorge on some stuffing for me (and lots of Pinot) and I encourage you to introduce my pre-dinner tradition to your families, making them go around the table and saying what they're thankful for.
I'm thankful I don't have to fly coach.
I hope I don't die. Wish me luck tonight. I'll miss you like you can't believe.
And with that, Spots has once again left the country...
*PS: Thanks Big Chris for showing up this morning, helping me pack and bringing me a NEW BAG! Which, incidentally in 4 years of incredibly close friendship, is the first thing this bitch has ever given me. Good luck getting Chris to buy you a taco. But a fabulous accessory? He actually delivered it in person...