I love living in New Jersey. Never a dull moment.

Between cocktail outtings and late night confidential conversations, my total sleep hours for the week is up to a whopping eighteen! I need to be saved from myself. But since I feel alright and don't look as haggard as one would suspect, tonight will be spent atop The Met enjoying drinks, the view and heady exchanges with my girl. Provided the predicted torrential downpours have subsided by then, naturally.

Which means I'll miss the opening ceremony of the Olympics. But the Post has an insert listing all events, times and stations. So I'll be able to get my fill this weekend. (huh, huh..insert..fill). I'm beside myself with excitement to see Li Xiaopeng in action again. And it's not solely because I relish opportunities to say his name.