I just watched the South Park episode, "Dances with Smurfs," in preparation for Avatar viewing later today. Right now the biggest decision I have to make is whether I eat pizza or cinnamon toast crunch for breakfast. Aw yeah, vacation.

We spent yesterday in NYC wandering around until my sisters and I decided we couldn't take any more tourist crowds and split off to have a beer at a Rockefeller center brew house. That sort of prepared us for the surreal alternate reality that is the Rockettes Christmas Spectacular. So many legs and time steps. Glitter and Santa Clauses. Some sheep and 3 camels... wait, what? I think I've had my Rockettes fill for the decade.

I am ready to return to my life! Mom's bf and his daughters took off to get breakfast bagels, and Mom is at work, so I have a moment of solitude here, the first one since I arrived. Ahhhhhhhhh. I can't wait to see Erik tomorrow. We have specacular nye plans lined up, but as long as I get some quality snuggles, I don't care what we do. A conversation with someone that doesn't need general life updates, a hot tub, and super-freezing temperatures would be nice too.

Stomach grumbles. Time for cinammon toast crunch AND reheated pizza! No, I do NOT need to poop this week, leave me be, 'tis vacation time.