I heart FLwowrida...

So, yeah I'm on a temporary hiatus to sunny Florida. Oh boy oh boy, it's hot.

Turns out that it was Surf Expo (surf/skate trade show) this weekend in Orlando (god awful city) so I decided to take a little road trip down I-95 and over to I-4... Might as well re-teach myself how to drive! New York multitasking has trained me well: I realized that I am capable of driving, ipod DJing, drinking a cold beverage (non-alcoholic of course) AND textual harassment ALL AT THE SAME TIME.... Mom and Dad should be proud.

As per usual, it was pure insanity. So great to see all of my industry friends again. Forgot how much I missed being a part of all that. I will spare most details of the debauchery, but I DID manage to:

1. Bust my ass, in the middle of the Rosen Hotel lobby bar, in front of about 200 people, trying to carry a grown man on my back... face plant to skate deck... I should totally claim that trick! Move over T. Hawk. My left cheek is fucked. It hurts to smile. But I still gots my teeth and no blood was shed. ...oh you know, just another great decision made completely under the influence of alcohol!

2. NOT get a DUI.

3. Get called a Brooklyn hipster everywhere I went, and then befriend the only other chick from Brooklyn at that entire fucking convention. Apparently we stuck out.

4. Receive dozens of compliments on my neon pink lipstick. Yes, neon pink. Yes, I am THAT asshole who wears dayglo colored lipstick.

5. Finagle a grilled cheese sandwich dinner.... ah, sweet-talking. If it were an Olympic sport, I'd be a medalist.

6. Grow an infatuation with a little 7 year old shredding the skate ramp. I was tempted to snag him, bring him back with me and claim him as my own. But I decided to pass on the possible Amber Alert that I'd set off through the state of Florida... Giant creep status.

7. Listen to this song, on repeat, for 87 miles straight... Yup, that's right, 87 miles:


I'm tired.

xoxo.