I'm feeling lazy today so I'll give a update of my trip via bullet points:

• Ate at Pano's. It was tasty, just as I had anticipated it would be.

• Dressed up as Joan from Mad Men. The costume went as well as could be expected considering I got ready at a dudes house. They just never have all the things that you need like a girl does.

• The party: Totally fun. It was nice seeing people I haven't see in a while, although I admit it wasn't as fun as it would have been if (e:lilho) was there. Went to bed at 5am.

• The after-party: Amazingly we were all up before 10am and cleaning. Paul cleaned. He asked me for an internet retraction of me calling him lazy. This is it.

• Saturday night: More good times and late night chorizo cooking and carrot taste testing. Ok, so I didn't cook so much as give my input as to how it should be done (note: no one followed my directions).

• Sunday: More hanging out followed by a lamb going away dinner made by Paul. Super tasty. Then we got a special guest appearance by Tony and Megan and their ultra adorable, cute, beautiful kids. OMG I wanted to just squeeze both of them. Neither one of them were down for it (not that I blame them- I looked a bit rough around the edges after 3 days of boozing it up).

• Nerd dater: Tony called me out as a nerd dater and then had various questions about it. Guilty as charged. Who doesn't love nerds though?

• Airport: Got there 35 minutes before my flight boarded. In true Buffalo airport fashion I had plenty of time to make my flight.

• Home sweet home: I took the subway home and it was quite pleasant. Rocked out with my Bose headphones and was home in an hour.

• Various thoughts: I hadn't been to Buff in a year. I had no idea how much I missed it. I'm really glad I decided to go. There's something about going home that recenters you. Already I miss it :(

-Oh an the new user picture. That's all Paul. He thinks it looks like me bossing people around, which seems to be a "skill" of mine.

I've arrived at the brand spanking new JetBlue terminal 5. I'm just going to get right to it: It's effing sweet. Maybe I'm just impressed with shiny and new- but I think it's new design improved upon the old terminal by leaps and bounds (yes, this entry is going to be loaded with cliches). Everything is centrally located and easy to locate. And there's a Lacoste store- so yeah that pretty much sold me. Oh, and did I mention the spa where you can get a manicure?! I mean there was a spa in the old terminal, but this one is nicer.

I feel like I should also mention that the new terminal makes people take their shoes off. I'm not a fan of this. The person sitting beside me (who thinks I'm insane judging by the look he gave me as I was taking pictures of my manicure) has his shoes off and the couple across the aisle from me also has their shoes off (and they are barefoot-ew).

Ok, I'm going to go have a drink because as me and my friends have all admitted drinking in airport bars is fun (thank god they fessed up because I thought I was the only one who found joy in this activity).

Below I grace you with a picture of my pretty red nails:

Reading Paul's blog brought back so many memories.

Oh I guess this is the biggest news of all. I proposed to Jessica. i really lve her for sure. Everyday without her seems so empty compared to when she's with me. I am glad that I came here to find that out because now I really know. I hope she accepts. I wrote it in a letter from Italy and were still not home home yet to find out.

I still remember that letter. I opened it in my dorm room and cried. I think I give him a lot of crap about being a shitty boyfriend, but in retrospect we were so young. I think he really did love me as much as he was able to. He's really the only guy who has ever written me bonified love letters. One time he made a notebook with 100 reasons why he loved me. He's also the first guy who ever truly broke my heart.

I'm not really sure what the point of this is. I guess it's amazing that through everything Paul and I are still friends. And I still love him dearly.

So a few years back I was a sexy secretary. I can't find the pictures, maybe I'll see if they are still on my camera and I'll update this. Anyways that goes against my whole anti slutty halloween.

This year I'm thinking 80's secretary? Huge glasses, taupe pantyhose (or thigh highs because when else do you get to wear them?), pumps and a tacky dress? Either that or Joan from Mad Men. Really that's my goal for everyday though, to be Joan.

Is it played out to recycle a costume? Should I just be a bedazzled ghost? Or should I just be drunk and bitter as planned?

Help me people what should I do?

Keep in mind I leave tomorrow. Have to pack tonight and have NOTHING ready. Yeah, I'm so on top of things.

To clear up a few things:

Jason/Josh: Ok that TMI weekly is a result of this girl Julia Allison getting some sort of deal with the Next New Networks. Long story short her and her friends are like a trainwreck. Painful, but you can't stop looking.

Which leads into Facebook:

I deleted my account because I was too into stalking randoms along with the fact that my entire family wanted to friend me. I'm sorry but I dislike a great deal of my extended family and I'm not interested in having them know all the dirty details of my life. I mean they could find my blog, but I doubt they would. It was becoming distracting and the cherry on top was I couldn't stand looking at the pictures of me and the dude- it was just making me too sad seeing how happy I was. And also I like blogs better. In a blog I'm the boss, it's not interconnected with anyone or anything else.

Which leads into Paul's pep talk last night:

The gist was:

Paul: Jess come to Buffalo, you need a change of scene. Also we need to think of costumes.

Me: I already told you I'm going to be drunk and bitter.

Paul: I know that's what YOU are, but what's your costume going to be?

Me: I'm not wearing one.

Paul: OMG you're going to be a bedazzled ghost. We'll put sparkles and bows on it.

Me: (In my head thinking how the hell does Paul know exactly how to make me smile) Sigh, fine.