even if i'm only there, on the ground for like thirty hours total, trying to get the whole spring campaign in front of the president while she's touring stores or having dinner with nelson mandela at the u.n. or something (true story. hilarious.) and she can only meet you at seven a.m. in the lobby of the royalton which is like 4 a.m. your body clock time cause you've just flown in the day before to meet with mtv (true story. hilarious.) and you're just barely able to grab lunch with sara and walk briskly around the block in the meatpacking.
cause it's december light in manhattan on the spires of the buildings from your hotel window, kids. that makes the whole thing worth it.
oh yeah, and cause richard and sara always send you such stunning flowers so when you walk into your hotel room it smells like roses and the clean, slightly evil smell of cadmium green orchids.
sure, you end up back home dead tired and frantically packing for the next trip (did i mention the whole argentina thing? true story. HI-larious.).
but you saw new york in the winter!
