In which you spend your day in a hotel ballroom taking notes on risk tolerance and end it with a Reuben as big as your head

New York is the kind of place where people will offer you random compliments and ask you if you like comedy, because of course the club is just up the street, and also, everything is very flashy and shiny and sparkly and you know I get fixated on that kind of thing and then walk into holes.

The fact is that I have mostly done a whole lot of working in the hotel. So this afternoon when my duties were done, a colleague and I headed to the half-price booth and got tickets to Billy Elliot.

Which we saw this evening and which was spectacular.

After the tickets I was so happy to be out! In the air! That I braved the clumps of snow and giant slush puddles and just walked.

On my path I got compliments on my new glasses (from a man), my coat (a woman), and an offer to be my sex slave (different man). I also got random eye contact and hellos from a couple cute men.

None of these things happen to me on the streets of our nation's capital.

Are New Yorkers just friendlier? Like, should I have moved here when I was single? I mean, this is moot, but as we all know, New York is full of uptight workaholic men in suits, which are totally my type.

I think Nick is my best-case scenario on this one. And of course things having panned out re: the dying alone, I'm glad I didn't move.

But in any case, I think I'm a fan. I mean of New York. That I am of my husband goes without saying.

And you guys, I cannot wait to go home. Nick put Jordan on the phone this morning, and he said his funny little, "Hallaaaaw Mama!" and my heart nearly fell out of my chest and clunked on the floor.

Anyway, after the theatre my colleagues and I stopped at Carnegie Deli and got sandwiches, and while I thought the sandwich was kind of pricey, I didn't realize it was because it was as big as my head.

You could solve the starvation in Bangladesh problem with one of these. Plus pickles!

And now I'm very tired and clearly kind of punchy and I have to sleep. Although I've set the alarm for later tomorrow because I figure that if you eat half a cow this late at night you probably will still be full at breakfast. No?

I have other stories and thoughts on truth and lies and fancy dinners but the current fact is that in a matter of hours I'm going to be up and trying to make myself look presentable and then taking notes on all kinds of over-my-head financial stuff.

These new glasses make me feel really smart, though. Totally helpful.