"You Should Have Listened To Me"

Cocaine Princess here.

I still have a little bit of the flu bug in me but I’m doing a lot better. Thank you all for your well wishes. I'm not quite sure what was worse; the chicken pox, the flu or my lovely and memorable day in traffic court? The flu is just as awful as the chicken pox. The only difference; I’m not itchy.

It's well after midnight and I can't sleep. I can't even get 40 winks tonight and on top of everything else we're in the middle of a 2-day storm. Mother Nature why oh why? Valentina insisted I stay with her until the spring. Maybe I should have. Along with the mountain heap of snow we already have, we received in one day a total accumulation of 15cm and another 20cm of snow is expected to fall later on in the day. Yippee! Yesterday was a snow day as will be today so 'A' is home from work. Since I came down with the flu she looks at me and then lets out a sigh. That's her subtle little way of saying, 'you should have listened to me.'

Speaking of my sister, on Sunday I asked her to write a very brief entry on my behalf. Had I known she was going to rant about me not listening to her and about my stubborn personality and then dig deep in the family album by no means would I have given her my password.

Since I'm wide awake I wish to make something very clear.

I'm not stubborn.
I just don't like being told what to do and I always stand my ground.
I don't quite see how that makes me a stubborn person.

Last night was the season premiere of Hell's Kitchen. All 16 chefs had to prepare their signature dishes for the tempered chef. One female contestant owned her own culinary school and is a culinary instructor but had no formal training. She charges $300 for a 3-4 hr cooking lesson. Chef tasted her dish (he said it looked like a cooked diaper) and after tasting it he spit it out and asked, 'You charge $300 to teach people to make that crap?' The contestant replied, 'I teach manners too, Chef. '

In the end the blue team lost and Ramsay chose contestant Will to hang up his jacket. 15 now remain.

My loyal and dear readers have an incredible Super Bowl Weekend!! It's one of the very few and rare days out of the entire year I will allow myself to devour pizza, suicide chicken wings, subs, Doritos with dip and yummy Margaritas without feeling too guilty. Actually I will probably skip out on the Margaritas. I consumed enough during the holidays. Come this Sunday I will be glued to the tube watching the game like I do every year....well only the commercials. I don't pay attention to the game.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

Bonus Random Fact

****UPDATED 01/29/09****

The Princess is improving.

For all Chef Ramsay's Fans a new season of HELL'S KITCHEN is on tonight on Fox. My sister has no aspirations to cook but loves watching all his shows.

You know me as "A"

The Princess is bed ridden with a bad case of the flu. How did this come about? Simple, from failing to listen to me: her older and wiser sibling.

The weekend was one of our coldest. It was in the -30's C. People were cautioned to stay indoors and to only go out if it was crucial. Saturday morning the Princess was sneezing and her eyes were watery. I said to her, "stay home today." The princess said, "No. I have a party to attend tonight."

She spent 25 days partying in Mexico. Was that not enough? Apparently not so.

"You’re sick," I said.

After sneezing three times the Princess replied, "I know my body. If I was sick don't you think I would be the first person to know?"

Answer: Once again apparently not.

Her fever spiked quite high late this afternoon but she is going to be alright. I warned her over a hundred times not to go out on Saturday. She did not listen which brings me to a bonus random fact about her:

She never, never listens to me....or anyone.

I mentioned she is stubborn; trust me it is well worth repeating. When she was a child trying to reason with her was challenging and arduous. She would cross her pudgy arms and shake her head no. Not much has changed although she is no longer pudgy looking.

I know you are use to seeing recent pictures of my sister {BTW she's pretty cute in her photos isn't she?} Below is one of my favorite pictures of her. My sister was two years old. We all were spending the day at the beach. I took her into the water. She was splashing and having fun until I convinced her the shark monster was coming to get her. In the picture she is running and crying straight into our mother’s arms who took this shot before scooping her up while I was holding her still for the camera.


Not shown in the picture, Valentina. She was close by wreaking havoc.

"A"

20 Different Random Facts: Part 2

Cocaine Princess here.

After being on holidays I’m finding it a little difficult to get back in my regular routine of things. Usually I'm so focused and disciplined but these last couple of days my mind constantly starts wondering. I'm still in my vacation frame of mind. Sorry for the slow blogging week.

If you remember from my last post I was tagged to list 20 Different Random Facts about myself. Since I couldn't come up with 20 things I handed the task to my sister who was more than happy to take over. I listed the first 5 on Tuesday. Below are the next 5.

6.
She became a model after being approached by a photographer when she was fifteen while on a beach.

7.
She loves music. When she hears a song she likes for the first time she will listen to it repeatedly through the course of the day. The last song was FANTASY by Danny Fernandes. This week: RAINDROPS (ENCORE UNE FOIS) by Sash! featuring Stunt.
Did you know she likes Van Halen? (Sammy Haggar and not David Lee Roth) She has even rocked out at their concerts.

8.
There is a NO SHOE wearing rule in our house. It does not matter who you are she will not allow it, you must remove them before entering inside. She herself will not even wear socks or slippers. She walks barefoot around the house all day long like Wilma Flintstone.

9.
She is severely allergic to any form of housework. She does not do housework and she does not cook. Ever see a fish out of water? Hand the princess a vacuum or a pot and it is pretty much the same thing.

10.
Every morning her hair and makeup will be done to perfection, her nails and toes polished. She wears little, silk nighties throughout the day; she considers this her 'around the house look.'

At long last it's Friday and the weekend is here!

I hope by Monday I will be out of my vay-cay mode.

To all my loyal readers, have a fantastic weekend.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

'You Should Have Listened To Me'

Cocaine Princess here.

I still have a little bit of the flu but I’m doing a lot better. Thank you all for your well wishes. I'm not quite sure what was worse; the chicken pox, the flu or my lovely day in traffic court? The flu is just as awful as the chicken pox. The mere difference; I’m not itchy.

It's after 12am and I can't sleep. I can't even get 40 winks tonight. We're in the middle of a 2-day storm . Mother Nature why oh why? Valentina insisted I stay until the spring. Maybe I should have. We received a total accumulation of 15cm yesterday and another 20cm is expected later today. Yippee! Yesterday was a snow day as will be today so 'A' is home. Since I came down with the flu she looks at me and then lets out a sigh. That's code for 'you should have listened to me.'

Speaking of 'A' I decided to post this update. On Sunday I asked her to post a very brief entry on my behalf. Had I known she was going to blog an entry and dig deep in the family album by no means would I have given her my password.

Last night was the season premiere of Hell's Kitchen. All 16 chefs had to prepare their signature dishes for the volatile chef. One female contestant owned her culinary school and is a culinary instructor but had no formal training. She charges $300 for a 3-4 hr cooking lessons. Chef tasted her dish (he said it looked like a cooked diaper) and after tasting it he spit it out and asked, 'You charge $300 to teach people to make that crap?' The contestant replied, 'I teach manners too, Chef.'

In the end the blue team lost and Ramsay chose contestant Will to hang up his jacket. 15 are left.

My loyal and dear readers have an incredible Super Bowl Weekend! It's one of the very few and rare days I will allow myself to devour pizza, suicide chicken wings, subs, Doritos with dip and yummy Margaritas without feeling guilty. (At least I try not to. I probably will skip out on the Margaritas. I consumed enough of those and Rum Runners during the holidays) For dessert, a particular cheesecake. Come Sunday I will be glued to the tube watching the game like I do every year....well only the commercials. I don't pay attention to the game.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

It's Warmer In Iqaluit

Cocaine Princes here.

I’m back from my getaway. I returned by the weekend and the drive home from the airport was far from pleasant. It was utterly depressing. The snow started falling and blowing so hard making it next to impossible for the driver to see anything and forcing him to pull over a few times. I had left a Tropical Wonderland and returned to Frosty's Winter Wonderland. The morning I left I called 'A' letting her know what time I would be getting in. She informed me the city was under a severe cold advisory. I thought she was messing with me. Good God she wasn't. So just how cold was it? Let me put it to you this way. More often than not the cold spot on our map is a very far, far away place by the name of Iqaluit. Iqaluit was 15 degrees warmer than where I was. We hit -30C. We actually broke the record that was set in the late 1940's. I hurried from the driveway and went inside the house where 'A' was waiting for me with her arms wide open. Purposely I pressed my cheek against hers. 'You feel like a Popsicle,' she stated. 'Are my ears still attached?' I asked because honestly I couldn't feel them. 'Yes they're right where they should be,' she replied touching them.'Did you have a good time with all your little friends?' she then asked helping me with my coat. 'I had a blast,' I answered. 'Is your cell phone turned off?' 'I don’t think so. Why?' 'Valentina called. She left four messages and is in desperate need to talk to you. You were with her for nearly a month so what possibly could she have left to talk to you about?' 'I guess I'll have to find out,' I replied.

After settling back in and of course making a phone call I plopped down on the sofa in front of the TV when my sister said, you received a delivery yesterday. It’s in the freezer.' 'My cheesecake!' I exclaimed heading into the kitchen. 'Is that THE cheesecake?' she questioned. 'Yes it's THE cheesecake,' I answered inhaling it. I was tempted to take a bite. Maybe in a couple of weeks.

The exhilaration of the festive season is over and now that I'm home I'm finding it a little hard getting back in the routine of things. For one thing I got use to seeing 'A' all the time around the house. She's back in the classroom shaping little minds after being on a medical leave since September.

It's still January which means:

There is still mounds and mounds of snow everywhere
you look and more is expected.

It is still viciously cold.

It still gets pitch black by 4:30pm and...

I still feel tired. Maybe I need another vacation? You
know what they say; you need a vacation from your
vacation.

Have anyone of you joined twitter? On the weekend I received an invite from a fellow blogger. (So far he's my only follower. Thank you!) I didn't have an account so I set one up. In the span of 2 days my account was deleted 2x and restored. I logged in my account only to be told my password was incorrect. After verifying myself I was able to reset my password. This occurred 5x. So far I'm finding twitter is nothing but a damn friggin' nuisance.

A few months ago, well it was more than a few months; it was last summer when I was tagged to list 20 random facts about myself. The person who tagged me sent an email asking why I hadn't posted. I’m not good at these things so I enlisted 'A' to complete the assignment. Apparently she had no trouble coming up with 20 different things. Below are the first 5.

1.
She is stubborn. When her mind is set on something there is no changing it.

2.
She eats cereal with 1% chocolate milk and not plain.

3.
She studied ballet from the age of three and continued until she was sixteen.
(She was a very graceful dancer)

4.
She is addicted to Diet Dr. Pepper. There is a separate shelf in the refrigerator reserved for the bottles.

5.
She refers to the escalators in a building as 'the electric stairs.'

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

12 Grapes & A Balloon

Cocaine Princess here.

December 31st 2008

Since Valentina's daddy wasn't going to be able to join us on New Years he took us for a champagne lunch. I skipped out on the champagne part. I've consumed so much alcohol during this holiday season, so much to last a lifetime. I sipped 7UP in a pretty champagne flute. It was just as sparkly and bubbly as champagne. Throughout lunch I couldn't help but notice how jumpy and anxious Valentina was acting. I didn't say anything. I figured maybe the Rum Runners were still flowing through her veins. While eating I started feeling sluggish. First I thought Valentina might have slipped a little alcohol in my drink when I wasn't looking but that wasn't the case. It appears my internal clock can't tell time. Through sheer determination and will power I stayed awake.

After a lovely lunch we took a leisurely walk around the city. The locals were already getting a head start on New Year's. The main road leading to the city's square was closed, there was a parade of floats and various stages were set up with performers playing music along side dancers doing tantalizing dance moves. A number of people on the floats were tossing disposable cameras to watchers so they could capture the moments. Folks that were working in the stores went out to look closely with their own eyes. In summary, it was like a Carnival-like atmosphere. The only thing I didn't like, the mariachi singers. Mariachi music is the only kind of Latin music I can't stand. I find it incredibly irritating, like nails on a friggin' chalkboard.

This picture was taken during our stroll. The adorable girls were getting ready to participate in one of the many parades.



The country's capital is a fabulous place to visit. It's one of the many attractive cities in Mexico. In addition to the gorgeous majestic architecture it drips with history and at every turn you will find museums and art galleries. So, do you think I took the opportunity to immerse myself in any of that? Of course not! I support the arts 100%. I believe children need the arts to enrich their lives but when I'm on holidays I go to unwind. I don't go because I'm in need of a history lesson. On occasion I have taken in a sightseeing tour. As long as there are A-class beaches, A-class shopping and accommodations I'm ecstatic. Unfortunately there are no beaches here but I'm still having a fantastic time.

New Year's Eve

Finally the moment arrived. After getting all glitzed and glammed we all made our way to the club in the late evening. I say we all because there was a dozen of us. So many of my friends and a few others I hadn't seen for some time came to celebrate New Years so it was a total surprise for me seeing them. We all keep in touch through phone calls but it's a totally different experience and feeling when you see them face to face. I asked Valentina, 'is this why you've been acting so peculiar?' 'Daddy had this reunion all planned in the Fall but then had to reschedule everything because of that person who lives with you breaking her ankle. (when she said the word 'breaking' she used her fingers to gesture quotation marks.) I was sworn to secrecy. Daddy said if I even breathed a word or even a hint he would put me on a budget.' 'Oh God the B-word,' I replied. (We don't find the F-word disgusting as much as we do the B-word)

Valentina of course picked the club and of course she chose the most poshest club in the most fashionable district where the crème de la crème are seen. There was a spiral staircase on the dance floor leading to the rooftop where we all were. Being on the rooftop gave us an impressive and panoramic view of the city. At the bottom of the stairs was our entourage keeping unwanted party crashers out since the rooftop was booked for only us. The DJ was in place spinning tunes, you know the kind that makes your heart thump along with the music. He started with Adagio For Strings by Tiësto and that got everyone moving.

Before midnight we were each given a balloon and a bowl with 12 grapes. We were told to make a wish and then release the balloon into the air at midnight. Eating grapes at midnight is a New Years Mexican tradition. You eat one at a time while making a wish. When midnight struck everyone went wild as fireworks cracked and sparkled and the funny thing no one said Happy New Year, instead everyone yelled ¡VIVA MEXICO! over and over again. Holding on to my balloon I made my wish and then gave it a kiss before setting it free. If any of you come across a silver colored balloon with a lipstick-kiss mark, you'll know who it belongs to. Soon after the music started up again. The DJ played Don't Stop The Music by Rihanna. The ideal song for the start of 2009.



We left the club around, well I have no idea. It was well after midnight and somewhere between 3:30-4am. All the locals were still celebrating and were all so lively and active including this pudgy little girl who should have been nowhere near the fireworks.



Tuesday January 13th 2009

Day 20 and I'm still on my marvelous holidays. I'll be returning home in a few days. It was a delight seeing everyone.

I called up 'A' to see how she was doing and of course to ask about the weather conditions. -16C windchill, freezing rain came pouring down the other day with a fresh new layer of snow. I was sorry I called. When I told Valentina she was more than happy. She’s been lighting candles and praying for a blizzard back home so my flight will get grounded.

The past few days have been spent shopping (a city this large has more than a few super shopping centers) while our nights are spent indulging in the nightlife. Yesterday we ate at an exquisite Italian restaurant. You kind of get sick of eating Mexican every night. But one thing I can never ever get sick of, my delectable, moist, deep and rich tasting chocolate cheesecake.

Valentina is beside me cozy in the blanket as I blog. We just finished watching 30 Rock. It comes on at an odd time. It’s the episode where Jack accidentally hits his mom with the car. Speaking of 30 Rock I caught Tina Fey's acceptance speech on a local entertainment show. It was so awesome what she said.

We're now watching Tropic Thunder. I never had the chance to see the film when it was released but I remember all the buzz surrounding it. It’s hysterical.

Was She or Wasn't She?

If you recall in my last post Valentina was convinced the waitress at the restaurant was actress Maria Conchita Alonso. The very next morning Valentina came racing into my room while I was brushing my teeth, and with the local newspaper in her hand said, 'I told you so Princess!' She showed me a photo of Miss Alonso!! She was in Baja promoting the opening of a condo/resort at a trade show.



XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

The Cheshire Cat's Grin In Land's End

Cocaine Princess here.

Sorry for the delay. I'm still on my extended vay-cay.

Continued from December 29th 2008

As we were coming in at 5am Valentina's daddy was heading out and leaving for the capital and said he would meet us there on the morning of the 31st. He gave us each a hug, a kiss, an I love you and then looked at Valentina and said, 'be good.' Since she was a little girl after he says 'I love you' to her without delay following those three words are two more words, 'be good.' My best friend never does respond. Instead she grins like the Cheshire Cat and blows him an air kiss. Something she has perfected from the age of 4.

Thanks to the nasty tasting concoction I drank (whose name Valentina still can't remember) I wasn't able to sleep. How can I best describe the taste? Have anyone of you tasted Buckley's Cough Syrup? Their motto, 'It tastes awful. And it works.' It tasted twice as bad as that.

With the corrosive taste still lingering in my mouth I needed something to get rid of it and thought maybe if I had breakfast the taste would fade away. Since I had gotten there the chef would ask me the same question every morning, '¿Mi amor qué usted tiene gusto para el desayuno?' My answer would be the same. A plate of fruit and nothing else but for some reason my request kept being shot down. I would receive something entirely different. One day it was cinnamon pancakes, the next day coconut pecan french toast and strawberry creme crepes, another day mini Belgian waffles and so today was no exception. I even went as far as informing the chef the exact fruits I wanted and he replied 'lo que usted deseo.' So what did I receive? Tomato basil eggs benedict, strips of bacon and a smoothie. I didn't understand. The one thing I knew for sure it couldn't have been a communication problem. I didn't bother saying anything. Good lord until this moment I didn't realize how much I have been eating!

PLEASE DON'T EAT ME

I went out on the deck to have breakfast. Semper-Fi kept me company. Well if that's what you can call it. He just stood near by. I didn't see the need for him, I was still on the property but what can I say? It's a whole different ball game out here with a different set of rules. Following close behind him was one of the many Doberman dogs. It stood at attention next to me. I turned and said, 'shoo-shoo. Stay away from me.' It wasn't listening. 'She likes you,' commented Semper-Fi . 'The feeling isn't mutual,' I replied back. She was a vicious looking creature with blades for teeth that looked like they had been recently sharpened.

The waves were tranquil but the sand was flaming hot. I made the error of stepping on the sand barefoot not knowing just how hot it was. I quickly tip toed back onto the deck. I've always adored Baja and despite its' dry landscape it has beautiful indigo colored water and bronze colored sand.

While eating I had time to think about what Valentina had said to me. Had I lost my groove? I know for the past little while I had been feeling a little off, uneasy and a bit unbalanced in some areas of my life. Maybe I was in need of a little refresher course. I'm not going to lie it felt good being back in a familiar setting.

With one strip of bacon left and feeling a little mischievous I waved it in front of the dog's face for fun. She didn't even flinch. When I wouldn't stop she turned her head locking her eyes into mine. I felt a shiver. I whispered to it, 'I'm sorry. Please don't eat me.'

LOVE SAID....

At some point I must have fallen asleep. When I woke up Valentina was next to me. She was reading a magazine and had a tray across her laps. Arranged very neatly on a serving platter were tortilla chips and in the center a bowl of salsa. 'How long have I been sleeping?' I asked. 'I came out here 2 hours ago and you were sleeping like a baby,' she replied. 'Why didn't you wake me?' 'Because you looked so peaceful and I didn't want to disturb you. You were smiling a lot.' 'I was?' 'Yes. So what were you dreaming about?' 'It involved chocolate,' I answered. Putting the magazine down she asked, 'are you ready to go?' 'Go where?' I asked back while picking up a chip and dipping it into the salsa. (There's something to be said about fresh and bona fide Mexican salsa. Once you try it you'll never-eat-or-buy-the-watery-sorry-of-an-excuse-salsa-in-a glass-jar-they-sell-at-the-grocery-stores. Even the ones that claim to be authentic) 'Go into town,' she answered. 'Valentina we just returned from town hours ago.' 'Just because we’re in Land's End doesn't mean we're literally in Land's End. The celebration is just beginning princess. Call it Land's Beginning.' 'You know I’m never one to say no to having a good time...' 'Why do I feel a BUT coming,' she said. 'BUT, thanks to that fatal brew you forced me to drink my head hasn't stopped spinning.' 'You have a little hangover?' 'No I have a full-size hangover,' I answered. 'If you drank more frequently you would be able to handle your liquor. You know what will help? A drink. Should I get you a margarita? A pina colada? How about a Rum Runner?' 'You want to mend my hangover by giving me more alcohol?' I asked. 'It does wonders for me,' she said jokingly. 'What you need is a cup of chamomile tea, it’ll help. I know a pretty restaurant in town. Come on,' she said taking my hand, 'what do you say?' 'We have been out for the past 4 nights. My legs, my tootsies, my entire body is aching.' 'Then we’ll go to the spa at the One and Only and get mani/pedis and a massage,' she suggested. 'I don’t even know what day it is Valentina. I don’t even know if I'm awake or asleep. For all I know I could be still sleeping and dreaming this whole dialogue with you,' I explained. Well she took care of that by pinching me. 'Did you feel that?’ she questioned. 'Good grief yes,' I answered placing my hand over my arm. 'Then you’re awake.' She left me no choice. I was forced to tell her the truth. 'Alright I confess. I’m exhausted.' Valentina gasped. It was almost as if she was struggling for air and then put her hand over her heart. The girl was in shock over my confession and after several seconds of silence finally spoke, and thank God because I was about to perform CPR. 'Right now our mothers are listening at the Pearly Gates with their heads hanging in shame over you saying those words, I'm exhausted. If they partied hard in the 80’s we certainly can do the same in the present after all we are their daughters so it's in us.' 'Lay on the guilt trip,' I said getting up. 'Let me hear you say it, Love said....' 'Love said let the music play,' I answered. 'You remembered. For a minute I thought you may have forgotten.' 'How is that even possible?' I said back. As we headed back inside I told Valentina about my breakfast dilemma. Her reply, 'he (the chef) loves showing off his culinary skills. How much can he do with fruit other than blend a smoothie or carve a swan out of a watermelon?' 'I'm concerned about my weight. At the rate I've been eating I'm going to have to walk home to burn off the fat,' I explained. 'Nobody watches their waistline during winter vay-cay so toss your strict eating rule out into the ocean,' she said.

LOOK AT ME I'M A TOURIST!

Before having lunch and after the spa we put a little dent in our credit cards at Puerto Paraiso. Ahh, there’s nothing like retail therapy to melt away your kinks and knots. (Sometimes shopping can work better than the hands of a masseuse) An additional cruise ship had docked in town so the place was very, very busy. Numerous tourists were assembled in groups in the mall with their cruise ship activity leaders. All the leaders wore nautical style blazers and held a clipboard. 'These visitors are about to be ripped off,' Valentina stated. 'Every store owner is going to hike up their prices when they see them walk in.' (Many, well almost all were wearing attire and had accessories that shouted LOOK AT ME I'M A TOURIST!) 'And look how pasty some of them are.' 'This must be their first port of call,' I said. 'Give them a couple of minutes out in the sun and they'll be toasty brown in no time.' I then directed my attention to their waist. The official tell tale sign of a tourist, the good ole nylon fanny pack.

PLEASE ROLL YOUR R's

For lunch we dined at a charming eatery perched on top of a bluff overlooking the Sea of Cortez. And like Valentina said, it was very pretty. Lunch was interesting for 2 reasons.

1.
The same group of tourists we saw earlier at the mall were eating at the same place we were and Valentina cringed and complained why they were permitted to enter into the establishment wearing crinkly shorts, shirts and flip flops. She had a point. The restaurant had a plaque near the front entrance indicating they had been awarded the AAA Diamond. Another sign was nearby informing customers the restaurant enforced a strict dress code policy and had the right to refuse anyone who didn't comply. What made her cringe even more was when they began throwing around Spanish phrases. I understood and I agreed with her. If you’re going to say vital phrases like una cerveza por favor, practice rolling your R’s please.

2.
While having desert Valentina whispered, 'look at that woman, the one in the far corner.' Trying not to be obvious I turned around and casually glanced at the woman she was talking about. 'What about her?' I softly asked. 'You don’t recognize her?' 'No.' 'Look again.' And I did and still had no inkling who that was. 'It’s Maria Conchita Alonso.' I looked back for a third time. 'No it isn’t,' I said giggling. Valentina kept on insisting it was and told me to take a good, long look. Even though there was some likeness it wasn’t her. However if it was, all I can say is Miss Maria Conchita Alonso must have fallen on some hard times because the woman who Valentina claimed was her, was waiting tables.

To Be Continued.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

Happy 2009!

Cocaine Princess here.

Happy 2009!

I had a banging, glittering and phenomenal time on New Year's Eve!

2009 finally arrived and thank God because I have been out late every single night since the 24th. My vision is no longer blurred, my hearing has somewhat returned (although Benny Benassi is still resonating in my ears) and the little vein above my right eye no longer throbs. I was in Baja on Christmas and for New Year's, the capital. I will be posting soon all about my oh so fabulous time celebrating but it's taken me nearly four days to recover and post this entry. Today was a day spent just lounging and unwinding.

With a New Year comes New Year's Resolutions. What are mine? None. I don't do resolutions. I never bother with them because rules don't work for me. I suppose if I had one it would be the most popular resolution, Go On A Diet. I say that only because I have been nibbling on my cheesecake every chance I can get. Yes my cake is traveling with me. It goes where I go. A plate with the slice sits in front of me right now, a little morning indulgence. My sweet tooth has taken control of me. That's okay I'll be sweating off the pounds when I return home. Valentina is next to me saying 'hurry up and finish' so I will quickly offer some New Year's Philosophy:

5.
Celebrate being timeless knowing with each day you become better and more valuable instead of older and less desirable.

4.
Rejoice in the fact that you can tickle peoples spirits by being effervescent and alive versus bitter, bland or hollow.

3.
Covet your own curves as you admire the finest of shapely glass bottles.

2.
Never postpone a celebration.

1.
You are the greatest celebration of all.

I hope only wonderful and good things for all my loyal readers. May you all locate your light in 2009.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess