And I might be the one in trouble.
After a long, long tour schecule, my boopy is finally back in New York! I'm so excited!
As always, I won't be posting about my love life here, as I think it's something you should pry out of me in person. But if I'm (even more) lax in posting, you'll know why.
You can ask about the rope burns though.
Also, now that restaurant week is over (though some restaurants are extending their prix fixe menus until Labor Day) I have a few more stories to tell; one where I was labeled the "Charlotte". I don't know how I feel about that; though, she is the prettiest.
But first things first...
* Not a club, the neighborhood of Astoria, Queens.