I’m wondering which brand of exhaustion is worse. The “art modeling” brand which comes from a busy work schedule and hours of posing, or the non-art modeling “holiday activities” brand, which involves shopping, Christmas parties, and volunteering. I’m beginning to think that the latter is more draining. Lately it’s been kicking my ass worse than art modeling.
But it’s all rewarding, wonderful goings-on and I assure you I’m not complaining. Well maybe I am complaining just a little bit about the transit system which has been screwing me lately. Last night, the 1 train subway traveled uptown at an infuriating snail’s pace and it took literally 30 minutes to get from Penn Plaza to 86th Street. That’s insane. And today, an M4 bus blew right past me as I was waiting at the bus stop on Fifth Avenue. I kid you not. The driver saw me standing there and just kept on driving! What am I, chopped liver? Thanks MTA 
Anyway, my brother and sister-in-law threw a fantastic holiday party at their apartment last night. So festive and spirited. I had a great time! I was all dressed up and looking pretty, and I indulged in a few glasses of red wine. I got home late and then had to be up bright and early this morning (not too hungover thank god!) to help out at the Yorkville Common Pantry. All the volunteers worked really, really hard. No breaks, no goofing off. We packed hundreds of bags and handed them out to the needy families who started picking up their groceries around 10 AM.
So now I’m just beat. I don’t want to move, I don’t want to walk. I just want to lay around, do nothing, and recharge for the upcoming week and another round of holiday madness!
Enjoy the rest of the weekend my friends. I’ll see you on Monday. Until then, I’m out!
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James McNeill Whistler’s The Arabian, circa 1892:
