Road Trip!

I am going home for the weekend. We will be back to our regularly scheduled program on Tuesday.

Have a great weekend!

Ciao! xoxo

~Dissolved Girl

New York: I Love You

I send out a silent prayer to all those that passed on this day eight years ago. A prayer to all the families that lost a loved one. To the men and women of the NYFD, that while everyone was running out they were running in to try and save as many lives as they could. To all the people that volunteered following the attackes, the NYPD, to those that still work in the background helping families heal and finally to the men and women in the military that are out there defending our country, our way of life.

Thank you, this is for you:


New York, This is for you:

I love you, miss you and I will be back soon!


Ciao! xoxo
~Dissolved Girl

New York, New York

Last weekend I went home for the day to hang out and just get out of DC for the day. Since Mr. P or Ms. J could not take the trip with me, one of my other friends came with me on my adventure.

We spent the day walking around the city and just acting like tourist. It was a great time and cannot wait to do it again. I even got to go to one of my favorite museums The Guggenheim.

Here are some pictures from my trip:

I took a picture of this ugly toy because it reminded me of something. I will give you a clue, I named him Mr. Blue Balls. hahahaha..... I am really five years old and a pervert. I did not know that they made toys like this for kids. Geeez.







Ciao!
~Dissolved Girl

Slow Week

I have been slow with the posts this week because I have a house guest that was supposed to be here for a 3 day visit but has extended itself for two weeks (I am sure everyone knows those type of guests). The chi in our apartment has kinda shifted. Does not feel like home right now and therefore has put me in one of those moods where I do not want to do anything. You know what I mean?

But on a happier note, I will be going home this weekend. It is only a day trip but a day trip is better then nothing. By the time I get back, our house guest will be gone and all will go back to normal.

So my dear street vendors, yummy pizza, crazy people, and stinky subways, I am coming home!! woooo hooo....

I wish you all a great weekend and I will return back to my normal blogging self on Monday!

Ciao! xoxo
~ Dissolved Girl

Workouts, Sex and The City and Friends

I woke up at 5:30 AM this morning (actually 5 am) because I decided it is high time that I get my body into some sort of shape.

So I got my lazy ass out of bed and got on the elliptical machine, that has mostly been used to collect dust or the occasional article of clothing. I must say that while I was on it I wanted to crawl into a hole and die, but I stayed on it, pushed myself and every time I was going to give up I would catch my shadow on the blinds next to me, curse under my breath and keep going.

To help me keep my mind off the work out, I watched Sex in the City Season One. If I have something to entertain me, it helps to keep my mind off the fact that my body was protesting every step of the way. But instead of keeping me entertained, what it ended up doing was making me feel a little nostalgic of my life and friends back in NYC.

I started to think of my girlfriends and guy friends that I knew since junior high and the mayhem we caused in the city that never sleeps. Haylie, Frank, Jay, Erica, Jared and yours truly. We met the first year of junior high and we were inseparable till we all walked down our respective aisle to get that piece of paper that costs thousands of dollars. The one that tells the world you know what you are doing in our chosen profession, when in fact we really had no clue. We had people come in and out of our lives but we always stayed together. It was the best and the worst time of my life. I would never trade it for anything in the world.

My friends are now spread out around the world. We keep in touch via email but it is not the same. I miss the days when we would drag ourselves to the coffee house and talk for hours, or hitting the underground clubs where we had no business being there because we were too young at the time, be snobs to everyone and anyone cause we could, take a trip to Central America, travel all the way down to South America and my Mr. Big having to track us down in Argentina because my parents were furious that I spent $20k in a little over two months, or the never ending quest of finding Jared his "Pierre to his Yves" (he was an obsessed Yves Saint Laurent fan). We were ruthless, we loved hard and hated harder. We never did anything half ass. I miss that.

Now I live in Washington, DC and I think about the years that I have lived here and I notice that I have not found that connection here. Is like I am from Mars and everyone else is from Earth. I feel like an alien, an outcast. It is weird. I am by no means having a pity party or asking for one. It is just a reflection of who I was and who I am today. Nothing more.

Maybe it's me. Maybe I am still the snob I was and that in turn keeps people away. Maybe I am too far wrapped in my comfort blanket and not open enough to welcome new people into my bubble. Or I am really an alien and I am just to be watched from afar. I do not know, but one thing I am sure about is I cannot wait to get back to Mars!

Ciao! xoxo
~Dissolved Girl