I feel like I'm still recovering from my weekend . . my week. Between pool parties, manhattan roofs, late nights at Sway, foreign friends, new friends, old friends, random celebrity dinners . . . coming home at 7am and waking up at 1pm, only to try and recover in the sun and start the process all over again. Sometimes you know that you're young (and you feel it ) and you're in New York (and you love it) and you've ended up with the best company, at the best parties, at the best locations.. no sleeping and your body wants to kill you... but it's summer and you're only young once. . . right? How's that for run on sentences. Rest - needed.