"I Have a House in the Hamptons...."

Ah New York...it's everything you think of and so much more.

Finally had a great three mile run in Central Park yesterday morning...and I discovered the perfect "post-run" and "post-subway ride" snack: a banana. Simply because, being a slight germ freak, I don't have to actually touch the food I'm eating after having put my hands on gosh-knows-what in the subway. So after my run I stopped in a market and grabbed a banana and then sat in the park for a bit.

I'm already positive that park is going to be like my second home. It's so much more fun to run when there is an incredible energy all around you. I felt like I was running a 5k because of all the people running beside me-ahh, I LOVED it.

In the afternoon yesterday I met a really nice girl from Germany who is working here as a journalist...she's 21 and already written for Cosmopolitan and Maxim in Germany...not bad. She invited me out with a couple of her friends for the night and I have to say, it was a pretty legit first night out on the town.

We went out to the Meatpacking District, an area I hadn't seen yet. I think it's safe to say that it lived up to its reputation. The streets were filled with people and as nerdy as this sounds, there was a lot of cool architecture.

We started out at the Standard Hotel beer garden....and yes, keep in mind I was with two German girls...fitting right? The place was packed and the stereotypical long wooden tables made it conducive to talking to the people around you, which was fun. People were generally pretty entertained by the fact that two German girls and an Okie were hanging out together in the city.

One of the most amusing parts of the night was when a group of seemingly friendly guys sat down at our table and instantly started pulling the "I Have a House in the Hamptons" card.

That's definitely not a line you hear at a bar in Oklahoma.

"I've known you for five minutes, of course I want to come to your house in the Hamptons."

Anyway, after that we went to a club, Tenjune, also in the Meat Packing District. One of the girls had a connection with a promoter, which was great because it was the kind of place that we wouldn't have gotten in otherwise.

Tenjune is everything you would expect about a stereotypical, pretentious NYC club. Although, I'm not going to pretend I didn't have fun. We didn't have to pay for a thing, which was great. It was pretty small and swanky on the inside and the dance music was actually great in my opinion , although I don't think my German friends liked the mix of sped-up oldies and American hip-hop.

The club was filled with well-dressed people and one of our friends had a table, which was also really great. Even though the vibe on the outside is pretty pretentious, on the inside everyone was having a great time and no one really cared whether you were wearing Chanel or not...which brings me to---

The fashion in this city.

Oh my God. I get it now. You read about it. You see it on TV. You watch Carrie's obsession with it on Sex and The City-but all the while, you wonder whether it's really like that. It's unbelievable. The cool thing is though-there are so many people and so many styles, that no one is really out of place. You see it all but people here are way more daring with the way they put things together and I am totally sucked in now. I could have just sat and watched people all night long. And the SHOES....*sigh.*

(Do I sound like an inexperienced Okie yet?)

Round two of funny lines from guys came at Tenjune when we met a bunch of Red Bull reps. "Come to Red Bull Airways! We can hook you up!" I think they must have said that line about ten times, minimum. OH! And some guy who works for Red Bull in Costa Rica..gives me his card..."If you're ever in Costa Rica...."

So-Red Bull and the Hamptons.....mmmhmmm.





That light blue in the background-that's the sun coming up...when I got home for the night.



Love.