Ok… at 11PM last night, i had reached a breaking point. I had been working my toosh off in a freezing cold apartment to help get a feature launched for the lovely V-Spot. My body ached and screamed at me: all it wanted to do was dance. Well, you can’t dance in Boston most nights, which was where i happened to be located. So, with a little bit of begging and a complete dump of my *entire* car, i grabbed my dear friend and off we wisked to NYC for the most beautiful bouncing that i’ve had in a long time. The party was located in a beautiful space, on the 9th floor of a warehouse in DUMBO, overlooking the Brooklyn Bridge with 2 story windows that let me peek out and have great conversations with the East River about the way in which life flows. The decos were great, the music was contemplation-style and i was in heaven. I bounced, watched the sun rise, floated around and did spirals with my friend. Then, with the party over, we drove up 15 on an unbelievably beautiful day, seeing the magical fall leaves in all of their red/orange/yellow glory. Still not exhausted from seeking adventures, i donned a skirt and we went off to play in playground land, acting like little children, so excited about everything. We swang on swings, walked the railroad tracks, played cribbage and saw Spirited Away before finally reaching the point now of sheer exhaustion. But OMG was it a magical and most wonderful adventure!!!