When blogs collideI'm still trying to recover from yesterday.
First, I met
Sherri in Central park for a picnic.

There was no awkwardness. We immediately fell into conversation like two old friends.
Poor Sherri. I did not stop talking for
5 hours.
Today my throat is sore.
We have so many things in common that it's a little scary.

Just when I thought I couldn't like her any more she busted out yummy brownies.

Even the squirrels liked them.
Somewhere in Central Park there is a Squirrel who hasn't slept all night because he's been running around on a sugar high.
I enjoyed my time with Sherri so much that I had to force myself to shut up and walk away from her because I was already late for the Katrina fundraiser.
I ran home, walked Dexter, ate a bowl of cereal for dinner, changed and hopped in a cab.
I had heard about this fundraiser from
Heather who I have emailed with, but never met in person. Until last night.

She was a sweetheart, which I expected, but what I didn't expect was how normal she was considering what a big internet celebrity she is.
And, I don't mean normal in a bad, boring way, I mean normal as in down to earth, friendly, and kind.
She even let me share her spinach artichoke dip.
Heather also has a great group of friends which I think is a reflection on her.
Part of the fundraiser was a raffle. A bunch of companies, including MTV donated things to be raffled off.
Heather won twice.

I, of course, did not win anything.
My feet are covered in blisters (Heather tricked me into walking several blocks in my high heels)but it was a great day. I met a lot of great people, I ate brownies,and money was raised for Katrina victims.
I'm getting a Swedish massage in a couple of hours(another great birthday present).
What more could you ask for?
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