Muddled

Right now, I feel like I've been muddled - or at the very least the past week has been given the full muddling treatment. All of the week's highs and lows crushed together to form a bizarre Mojito of memories...

*Attending a swank book party for the fictionalized Judith Regan "a la Devil Wears Prada" tell-all in a chic - I'll never be able to afford anything like this in my lifetime - Soho loft, with bad drinks and good company.

*Escaping from the party in order to moan over succulent Pork Shoulder with Rose Petal Glassato at Lupa with my publishing world pal Bethanne.

*A day of meetings, meetings and more meetings, in-between which I scarf down a Lean Cuisine Salisbury Steak.

*Introducing my mother to the miracle that is Pegu Club.

*Feeling unsure as to whether or not I'm at the theater or a gay dance club during the throbbingly fun finale of Blue Man Group.

*Restless nights of sleep turning into days filled with way too much coffee - and the jittery worry that I may never sleep through the night again.

*Slurping thick, generously coated Chinese Sesame Noodles, as a friend attempts to make me laugh - and insists I try drinking heavily in order to get a full 8 hours of rest. That evening I decide to forgo his suggestion - and miraculously get a good night's sleep anyway.

*Gorgeous platters of charcoal-grilled Shrimp and Octopus at Astoria's acclaimed Elias Corner.

*Taking great delight in exploring all the Internet has to offer by way of research for my upcoming whirlwind trip.

Yes, you read the last bullet correctly.

The Vamp is about to embark on a three-week holiday - Paris, Rome, Milan, Marrakech, Barcelona and Madrid.

Won't be heading out until later in the week. Promise to post again before I leave...

And, if you have travel tips for any or all of these destinations, please share!