means cleavage, cleavage, cleavage,
and I start to miss you, baby,
sometimes.
So, I'm in New York for the next couple days after an amazing, painful, exhausting, inspiring week as part of COLAGE's staff during Family Week in Provincetown. The differences between Cape Cod and the East Village, where
We got in Saturday evening, and I was too exhausted to make it out for
Tomorrow, Whits and I are hoping for some mellow park time to write our warm and fuzzy love notes to the other people who were on staff with us, and I'll hopefully meet up with some of my friends here (hint, hint), and then Lauryn Hill's playing in a different park in Brooklyn at 7.
I miss home, I miss my mom, I miss my dog. There are a lot of things and people I miss, actually. I guess that's what summer in the city will do.