You know its been a good day at the office when your editor assigns you to a project involving lavish spas in the DC area. It’s an even better day when one of those spas you call up (*cough*The Intercontinental Hotel*cough*)offers you a free signature facial. I mean, who am I to complain? It’s all part of my job folks– I’m an editorial intern! Sometimes that means carrying large bottles of unopened Absolut vodka 4 blocks to be returned to the liquor store, and sometimes my position involves a little R&R. I will, of course, keep you posted.
It wouldn’t be like me to close a blog post on such an uppity note. I don’t do that. (If Britney Spears were happy and normal, would anyone really care? No.) So instead, picture this: Me. Heels. A fifteen-minute walk from the metro to my apartment. Freezing rain. Black ice. –And no, that’s not a haiku.