Arrived Friday, and now it's day 3 back in New York and it feels damn good. Dallerina and I had one long slumber party this weekend. With the snow and cold there was no way in hell either of us were going outside. Instead we facialed and did online shopping while drinking coffee and arak and smoking to Arab music and eating lasagna made by Dallerina, aka mother of Choco the chihuahua, all whilst keeping up a jaunty conversation about love and life—one in the same. To being back.