Don't Blame the American...

Trivia in Sydney.

It's quite a phenomenon.

Every Tuesday certain bars host a balls out game of trivia- with $600 on the table.

And with most of its population being overstressed young professional men- it can get intense.



So my American wise-ass decided to go with an all boys team and brave it.

Hey- I just graduated with a 3.8 GPA from NYU- I can soooooo handle this.

I was doing well-

Contributed a clue for an Aussie Rules Football question (yes I do read the newspaper while I'm traveling)

Named populated countries in the southern hemisphere


And ...

seriously screwed up


Apparently there's a question about who said "Father I cannot tell a lie" or something.


No one had any ideas.

So I said- Jesus.


ERR WRRRRRRRRRRRRRRONG

As the only American on the team I got the answer, George Washington, wrong.


And that's when I learned to shut up and drink beer when you are surrounded by a bunch of competitive Aussies.

At least they smiled for the photo:

My BA PIC

To My Blonde Aussie (or Bad Ass-whichever you prefer) Partner-In-Crime:




I heart Sydney(ers) as well!

And I learned that:

A) Guys stalk you before they approach you, even if you are creepily filming them for a "Sex in Sydney" episode

B) Clubs don't care if you're hot or not- :(

C) Ryan's Bar is THE place to pick up Aussie iBankers (yum, yum)

D) Australian women can be beautiful, confident, successful, kind and genuinely pro-female- something very rare in women!

E) That Airlie is a popular Aussie

and finally...

F) I will be living there in my five year plan!!



I'll see you in three years (correct?) in NYC- if not sooner!!

Catch Up Kids

Ok

I just checked out my favorite Aussie in the whole wide world's blog

http://airlie-freshair.blogspot.com/

And feel a little bad that I'm a week behind on my travels. But no worries- I plan on correcting that!

Right now I'm in Queenstown, NZ and just did THE bungy jump- the almighty, holy grail of bungy jumps- the Nevis Highwire Jump.

Sure the Macau Tower may be the tallest-

But this puppy you need to take a gondola right to get to the platform in a giant ravine. It's 134 meters, making it the second longest in the world, and took three years to develop the technology to have a suspended platform.

Needless to say it's a well oiled machine and everyone jumps!

5-4-3-2-1

GO

8.5 seconds of free fall.

Unreal.

It's like skydiving.

And it was so different from Canada where they didn't have a system and didn't tell you how to jump. Here they push you so that your toes are over the edge so you can jump out further (you need to jump out to handle this one) and in Canada they were just like- ok, jump please.

So Canada- more me against myself

This was just pure insanity.

Pictures and video will be coming soon- as soon as I can get some freaking good wireless!

geesh.

Porceilan Goddess

In all her glory.


You've gotta love Facebook.

**** THIS IS NOT ME!!! Just some random girl on Facebook. I have blonde hair, remember?*****

"Ladies" Drink Champagne

Well since The Age said I'm not demure- there's no reason why I can't booze it up with the boys.

And let's face it, I wasn't looking classy or sounding classy either.

I had lost my voice from all the birthday extravaganzas and lost feeling in my right arm for about three hours after my 4 hour sleep (but I still managed to put on my fake eyelashes- I am that good!).

So I drowned by fashion no-no sorrows the only way a girl can...



A colorful cocktail to start- at 10am no less.



And "bottle service".




Yes, who needs a flute- real girls drink from the bottle- or at least pose with it.




After 8 very short hours enjoying the races it was off to the clubs...



10 to 2am.

No voice.

&

Inability to walk in stilettos.


Sounds like the way to do Caulfield Cup.

Living Up the Races

My last day in Melbourne was spent at the lovely Caulfield Cup race.

It was much different from the Guineas.

A) It was sunny and warm outside.

and

B) We had to mingle with the "normal" people for our VIP marquee was gone, which ended up being waaay more fun because then you got to see all the ridiculous outfits everyone was wearing.


Mainly the guys were a bit crazy:



These dudes were from Scotland and proudly showed off their kilts.





This is a fab suit made in Bangkok. If I were a boy I would've totally gotten the same one.





And some steal their girlfriends' hats.



And me- well I wore by far the shortest dress and most bold color.

I definitely stood out- I think in a good way.

But when I woke up in the morning and read The Age newspaper there was an article about how demure is in and miniskirts and decolletage is out.

http://www.theage.com.au/news/fashion/elegance-wins-minis-get-short-shrift/2007/10/20/1192301103418.html


My first fashion "out" list.

Ironically that reporter I talked fashion with after she gave me an advil (my shoes were KILLING me) and complimented me on how fabulous I looked. Sounds like someone at The Age doesn't mean what she writes!! ;)

The New Quote of the Year

It's Friday in Melbourne and I should've been taking it easy because I had the races the next day- which is a full day in your stilettos, drinking, and debauchery.

But one problem.

There's a club underneath my hotel room and I couldn't get much sleep.

So I had a random mutual friend who got me on a guestlist.

I'd like to say the night started off nice, but it didn't.

It was a sh*tshow from the beginning.

There was an MTV Australia party (free booze) in the back and I just happened to crash it.

And when there's Aussies & Booze, things tend to get very "loose" very quick.



Loose




Looser




Loosest.

Nick (mutual friend) & Andy (mutual friend brother) were quite the pair. Andy's totally crazy (it must be a name thing) because he definitely gave me a piggy back ride in the middle of the club.



But I was not to be outdone.

Drum roll please....



I told Nick the best quote of the year:

"I have a mortgage on this dance floor, it's about time you start paying me rent.

Bow down bitch."

And then put my stiletto on his shoulder once he had bowed down.



Apparently, I'm a legend.

JT Called- He Wants His Hat Back

The coolest thing about Melbourne- well there's a lot of cool things- is their love of hats.

And I'm not talking just about the races.

They love their Fedoras.

And in the morning after one night, I realized that I had been stealing everyone's hat....



Like here.




And even in Thailand.


So I realized my subconscious (or martinis) were trying to tell me that maybe I should stop stealing people's hats and get my own.

Who cares if Fedoras pin you as a "wannabe" in NYC.

We're in Melbourne baby- and hats go down as well as-



-a Melbourne Bitter Beer.



And...



glass of chardonnay.



My theory on hats worked so well that when I went out on the town I got stopped by three people asking if I knew the hot spots.

Of course I didn't- but that's besides the point.


I am officially a Melbournite.

XMas Ideas

Oldie, but goodie.

I love how JT also does this song at his concert... priceless.

Giving Brit a Run 4 Her $$

Meet Kerry Katona

She's a British celeb. Known (I think) for dating a footballer, then getting breast implants, and going to rehab etc.

She's a mother.

And clearly on drugs at 815 on a Monday morning.

Look at that jaw!!!!!!!!!

I mean, seriously, does she have Danny DeVitor's publicist or something?

What is up with celebs going on talk shows in the morning still high from the night before?!


Who wants to place a bet on how long it will take until we see the same type of interview from the American "mother of the year" Brit Brit.


I'm going to put my money down on it before the year's over.

BDay 2007

My 22nd birthday.

No short red dresses.

No fabulous night club.

No blackouts- shocking, I actually remember it.

It was the most random night EVER-EVER, and that's exactly what made it fabulous.

First stop:

casino

problem- I don't gamble.

But I do drink..



I took an alcohol breathalyzer test and got a .077, which would make me legal to drive in the states (I think) and trust me- I was sooo not sober. Remind me never to drive- ever!


Enough of the casino- we went to a hostel and...



played Duck Hunting. I didn't break any records, but I did kill at least a few deer. I'm quite proud.


And then-

the big guns...





This is your brain- on absynthe.

Orange peels and then I started saying "eek eek eek"- mimicking a green fairy, or whatever.


Yes the time flew by and it was 3am and October 18.

No worries

Belated Bday bash in NYC- red dress with red devil horns.

I'm 22- I'm a grown up- yay. :)

Graffiti Vogue

Melbourne has a really cool style that's part metrosexual, part Brit, part bad ass rock and roller.

The most rock and roll thing si that they have city sponsored areas that are dedicated to graffiti.

And the graffiti is amazing.

So as a birthday present Michael played photographer and I played model with the graffiti as the background.

Here are the pics- and yes, the last one is of the Virgin Mary. Quite naughty.

Boulan Park Middle School Reunion 2007

So when I was in middle school I was not the fabulous gazelle that I am today- shocking right?

I was a total loser with a capital L.

Braces, underweight, no boobs, a serious case of acne, and a love for popular sports like cross country and figure skating.

Sexy.

And then came along this aussie to troy michigan for three years. He paid attention to all the girls- except for me.

Tear.

So when I knew I would have a day with Cameron MacDonald- yes THE Cameron MacDonald- I decided to come with my fabulously blonde hair and killer shades to show him that he made a major mistake.



BAM!

Yes- Cam may be a model, but my blonde hair OWNS this picture.

Alright, maybe his flannel does...

Since I was in awe of Cam's beauty I decided to calm my nerves by drinking.




Yes, drinking and more drinking. We drank from 1130am to approximately 1am.

Yes, very Aussie of us.

And he totally drank me under the table- my American college ways were not a match for natural Aussie tolerance.

But alas- I did beat Cam in one thing




Darts.

Those two 25 pointers are mine.

No, I don't think I won over Cam.

But yes, I was very drunk.

An Aussie Prom

Ok

So I was going to put up this really nice picture of Michael and I in our outfits.

But my computer is 100 years old and is taking a half an hour for every post and refusing to post up a less than 1MB photo.

So I'm boycotting it- reluctantly.



I apologize that I've been a little MIA.

The weather has been pretty beautiful here and it's hard to stay in the hotel room and deal with a computer and internet that cramps my fast paced lifestyle when I could be enjoying Melbourne and celebrating my birthday.

Here's a rundown of events:
Saturday- Caulfield Guineas
Sunday- Hungover brunch turned into full day of pub hopping & dinner with the MacDonald's
Monday- Beach then move into the city
Tuesday- Tour, thanks to Mrs. MacDonald & walking around the city
Wednesday- Birthday- enough said
Thursday- Fitzroy for an interview at a hat shop & more bar hopping/belated b day celebrations
Friday-
What's on the agenda today?
Well- all my e-mails, it was to blog, but now it will be catching up for sending off coffees, filming the city, and doing a lap around the F1 track- hopefully!

The Real Caulfield Guineas

Yes- it all starts out looking like an innocent, classy event.

But then the booze comes- Aussie Style...



This pic was taken shortly after the first race- which starts at noon.


Many beers, champagne, and UDL's later your world starts turning sideways and you get weird faces....





And then the entire group gets together for group photos that no one remembers taking....




Oh, the beauty of having a marquee at the Spring Carnival Races. They should honestly just drop the word races, because it's a serious carnival.

Uni Night Phenomenon

Melbourne is one of the few major cities in the world where the weekend partying is the only partying.

I mean, in my book, Thursday night is a weekend night- but let's not get into that.

So with little options we resorted to uni (college) night.

And of course I was up to my usual antics...



Distracting the DJ





Getting sloppy with da boys.

Behind the drink is Cam- my friend from middle school!





And being mischevious with my partner in crime - literally!

Well, Why Not?

This just about sums up Bangkok's sexaliciousness





Upfront

Cheesy

And totally un-sexy

Bangkok Unveiled

As I said before, Bangkok is the most New Yorkish Asian city that I've been too- which maybe says less about Bangkok and more about my limited knowledge of Asian cities.

But I digress.


Here's the Bangkok skyline from the coolest bar in the world- Sky Bar.



Beautiful blue skies, gorgeous city skyline, artistic photo.

aka- no smogness and grossness.



They also DO have sights to see.

The Grand Palace is the coolest palace I've seen.

No joke

It dethroned Buckingham Palace, blows all of Wash. DC out of the frickin universe, and even way cooler than the Forbidden City.



Ok, this photo doesn't say too much about the Grand Palace. This is the middle bit and I love it because it's half English and half Thai. I love the juxtaposition of the purple street lamp type things and elephants.



And then finally the floating market.

A place 100km outside of the city- a tourist trap- but awesome. The people are nice, not pushy, and you're on the river. How relaxing.



and how good am I at getting pictures?

Ok- I'm fishing...

In BED in Bangkok

Bangkok has a lot of similarities to NYC.

It's high in traffic.

Kinda polluted.

And has a rampid sex trade industry (just kidding!!)

So it makes perfect sense that Bed Supperclub is also in Bangkok.

Now I've never been to the one in NYC b/c I heard it was lame... but me and my British entourage (still up from the Thailand Red Bull)...



Took a chance and had a go at it.

And it was awesome.


It's ultra modern- all white and clean, with a white tank in the middle to dance on.

I don't get it either.

The coolest part about it is the building:



From the outside you can see the shadows of people dancing on the inside. How cruel/cool is that?

But I loved it.

And like its name sake there are tons of "beds" a.k.a. long couches" to lay on.




But don't get excited lads. Just because a club is named Bed does not mean you will Bed the ladies.


Unless maybe she's a Thai (working) girl.

Pulling an Xtina- Real Life Story

This hot slut- no wait that's Dlisted.

This moron is being charged with assault after giving birth to a baby that she didn't know she was carrying and didn't know was in the toilet when she tried flushing it three times.

Here's the story from KCTV via CNN.com:

KANSAS CITY, Mo. -- Prosecutors have charged a woman who gave birth in August in a McDonald's toilet with assault.

Ashley Woods, 20, told medics she didn't know she was pregnant and didn't realize she'd given birth in the toilet at the Midtown restaurant where she worked.

She flushed the toilet three times.

The newborn boy survived.

In a recent interview, Woods' grandmother defended her granddaughter, saying no one knew she was pregnant and now that the child has been born, her granddaughter loves him.

Dude, seriously, what is wrong with people?

First this crazy superficial girl giving all of us chix a bad rap in NYC

And now this Ashely Woods girl who is giving all those who deny they're pregnant a bad rap too.




But seriously.

How do you not know you're not pregnant?

Missing your period for nine months wasn't the first clue?

How about labor pains?

How about the screaming boy in the toilet?




Ashley Woods shouldn't go to jail- she needs to go to school.

No one that dumb to think of such a poor excuse, and actually think people will believe it, should be in society- let alone raise a child.

I hope the child receives the love and attention it needs in real life that it didn't get while in the womb.

Elephants, Fighters, & Bears Oh My!

After the fabulously, brilliant, uber intelligent boyz left Koh Phagnan I had the day to myself to explore the island.

(On a side note: My father thinks the boys must be gay because a) they're British and traveling together and b) they're my friends. While the overwhelming evidence is against them, especially being my friends, I will have to assert they are indeed straight as a bloody arrow mate. Go with it.)

I did this long ass tour- with the first stop being elephants:



This is baby boy elephant that was playing the harmonica (really well!) and hula hooping- both of which I cannot do.

No worries, I didn't see any brutality while I was there.


Then we went snorkeling.



A good thing is that my underwater housing for my video camera worked and I got some awesome video.

Bad thing is that this Canadian was in our tour group. He's from Calgary, I've spent lots of time in Calgary- we should be friends, right? WRONG This wannabe firefighter had a total stick up his ass because he thought he was way more traveled and experienced than a "stupid, credit card obsessed" American because he had lived in Australia- YES FREAKING AUSTRALIA- for four months.

I was going to show him up on my 3.84 NYU graduating GPA or the fact that I did Australia when I was 14- not 25 or that he got denied as a firefighter and I've been on TRL in NYC (ok, if only for thirty seconds- it counts!).

But I decided it would be better to do the kindness kills and was so nice to him (secretly telling his travel buddy I thought his friend was an asshole) that he eventually folded and tried to make it up to me by buying me $2 beers- which of course I denied.


So all this pent up energy made me hungry for some blood.

So what's a "ditzy, spoiled, blonde American" supposed to do?

Go to freaking Thai Boxing- that's what I did.



Ok, here it looks like they're getting their freak on, but really they had pummeled each other. Thai Boxing has no rules- kicking, elbowing, below and above the belt- it's all fair game.

I have great video- but not great pictures. sorry.


It was awesome though. I definitely got blood on my white t-shirt. Can we say new fashion statement?


It was a great ending to a crazy time in Koh Phagnan.

Real Life James Bond for Sale

Speaking of online dating ads:

Due to tremendous response- I'm talking a complete flooding of the My Decolletage phone lines- I have given more information on Danny "Mr. Nice Guy" Cahalarn.



Mr. Cahalarn is a handsome, charming, successful man who does something prestigious (of which I do not know).

He jet sets around the world, both living and traveling abroad, and has many important contacts in Melbourne (Aussies- yummy).

He is honestly a very nice guy who has a bigger heart than his big blue eyes, but no worries ladies, he's not too nice. Once you get to know him he has quite the needs-some-bleach mouth, but it's all in good fun. If you aren't too uptight, you'll be rolling on the floor laughing- or something like that.

But honestly who cares about personality, career, or looks.

Let's get to the point.

Mr. Daniel Cahalarn is British, which makes him James Bond, and that's all you need to know.



Mr. Calaharn currently resides in Kuala "KL" Lumpur, Malaysia and has a penthouse suite on the 37th floor overlooking the Petronas Twin Towers.
He has specifically requested that natural Decolletages take precedent over silicone ones.

Me In 4 Years?!

This ad appeared in Craigslist- no joke.

What am I doing wrong?

Okay, I'm tired of beating around the bush. I'm a beautiful
(spectacularly beautiful) 25 year old girl. I'm articulate and classy.
I'm not from New York. I'm looking to get married to a guy who makes at
least half a million a year. I know how that sounds, but keep in mind
that a million a year is middle class in New York City, so I don't think

I'm overreaching at all.

Are there any guys who make 500K or more on this board? Any wives? Could
you send me some tips? I dated a business man who makes average around
200 - 250. But that's where I seem to hit a roadblock. 250,000 won't get

me to central park west. I know a woman in my yoga class who was married
to an investment banker and lives in Tribeca, and she's not as pretty as

I am, nor is she a great genius. So what is she doing right? How do I
get to her level?

Here are my questions specifically:

- Where do you single rich men hang out? Give me specifics- bars,
restaurants, gyms

-What are you looking for in a mate? Be honest guys, you won't hurt my
feelings

-Is there an age range I should be targeting (I'm 25)?

- Why are some of the women living lavish lifestyles on the upper east
side so plain? I've seen really 'plain jane' boring types who have
nothing to offer married to incredibly wealthy guys. I've seen drop dead
gorgeous girls in singles bars in the east village. What's the story
there?

- Jobs I should look out for? Everyone knows - lawyer, investment
banker, doctor. How much do those guys really make? And where do they
hang out? Where do the hedge fund guys hang out?

- How you decide marriage vs. just a girlfriend? I am looking for
MARRIAGE ONLY

Please hold your insults - I'm putting myself out there in an honest
way. Most beautiful women are superficial; at least I'm being up front
about it. I wouldn't be searching for these kind of guys if I wasn't
able to match them - in looks, culture, sophistication, and keeping a
nice home and hearth.

it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial
interests

PostingID: 432279810

And wait- it gets better!

Here's the reply-

Dear Pers-431649184:

I read your posting with great interest and have thought meaningfully
about your dilemma. I offer the following analysis of your predicament.
Firstly, I'm not wasting your time, I qualify as a guy who fits your
bill; that is I make more than $500K per year. That said here's how I
see it.

Your offer, from the prospective of a guy like me, is plain and simple a

crappy business deal. Here's why. Cutting through all the B.S., what you
suggest is a simple trade: you bring your looks to the party and I bring
my money. Fine, simple. But here's the rub, your looks will fade and my
money will likely continue into perpetuity...in fact, it is very likely
that my income increases but it is an absolute certainty that you won't
be getting any more beautiful!

So, in economic terms you are a depreciating asset and I am an earning
asset. Not only are you a depreciating asset, your depreciation
accelerates! Let me explain, you're 25 now and will likely stay pretty
hot for the next 5 years, but less so each year. Then the fade begins in

earnest. By 35 stick a fork in you!

So in Wall Street terms, we would call you a trading position, not a buy

and hold...hence the rub...marriage. It doesn't make good business sense
to "buy you" (which is what you're asking) so I'd rather lease. In case
you think I'm being cruel, I would say the following. If my money were
to go away, so would you, so when your beauty fades I need an out. It's
as simple as that. So a deal that makes sense is dating, not marriage.

Separately, I was taught early in my career about efficient markets. So,

I wonder why a girl as "articulate, classy and spectacularly beautiful"
as you has been unable to find your sugar daddy. I find it hard to
believe that if you are as gorgeous as you say you are that the $500K
hasn't found you, if not only for a tryout.

By the way, you could always find a way to make your own money and then
we wouldn't need to have this difficult conversation.

With all that said, I must say you're going about it the right way.
Classic "pump and dump."
I hope this is helpful, and if you want to enter into some sort of
lease, let me know.

This guy is totally right.

My favorite line is "By the way, you could always find a way to make your own money."


Right on.

Gold digging for females is so last century- this century it's all about Gold digging for males.

For example:




But then again, my trusty friend did send me this e-mail.


What are you trying to say? ;)

;)

Angkor Wat Preview

Enjoy!

Mai Thai

The FMP was the best beach party I've ever been to- possibly the best organized party I've ever been to.

Right up there with the White Party- which is why i wore the same fabulous white dress as that one- yes, it is a dress!


I don't really remember much about the night except for a few cross dressing Thais.



He was the one serving drinks. That just gives you a hint.





And some fire elephants.



And of course.




Buckets and buckets and pink buckets of vodka red bull.


The only downer of the night is that while we were having fun people were stealing shit out of three rooms at our hotel. It was like straight out of a tour book. Unfortunately Chris and Danny were one of the ones who got hit.


On the upside we all partied together in Bangkok- which will be coming to you shortly.

Britney Shocker

She lost her kids.

Shocking.

Because no one knew about the drug usage, bipolar-esque behavior, and multiple and repeated breakdowns.



MTV reported that blogger Perez Hilton squealed saying, "I think Kevin is a better parent. Do you want to have two young children around [Spears]?"


Ok, firstly, just because Spears sucks at life (right now- still I have hope) does not mean by default K-Fed, let me repeat K-FED!, is a better parent. K-Fed, who is famous for gold digging Britney, producing more kids than ever deserved, and failing at almost every career path he's chosen.


That judge should hand those kids over to Grandma Spears because JJ & Sean Preston's parents should have been spade and neutered a long time ago.

Last But Not Least

The Devil.



Muhahahahaha.

Da FMP Playas

Sorry for the digression- back to the Full Moon Party aka FMP.

On the ferry over I was fortunate enough to run into a crew of British Boys you were staying at the same hotel as me.

They actually ended up being soo much fun and totally cool, which in retrospect isn't that difficult considering I am an accent whore.. sigh.

So meet the boyz...





First we have Kieron



A.K.A. The Baller. He's got the Fedora, shirt off, drinks in both hands, and a make-your-heart-melt smile. His American tutor taught him well. ;)



Then Danny



The nice guy. Really friendly, worldly, and a true gentleman- well until I heard his dirty mouth in Bangkok.



His brother Chris



The Playa. With his blonde locks and charming smile, he got all the girls- same species or not.



And finally Danny



a.k.a. The Bad Boy, because a beach party wouldn't be complete without one.

Now I Know Why Angelina Jolie Adopted

Today is my first full day here in Cambodia. The internet is a piece of crap (or maybe it's my computer?) and I'm having major difficulties uploading pics to keep you guys informed on Thailand.

But Thailand is so out (like literally two days ago) and Cambodia is unbelievable.

The temples are fabulous, but what's more interesting are the people.

I went to a floating village, which is basically these wooden shacks praying to god the weather is good so they don't fall down on an inflated river.

What got to me was the despair in everyone's eyes. Whereas this similar boat ride in Bangkok made me inspired because all the children were laughing, waving at the tourists, and so happy- these children have no smiles, they were not all playing. Many I saw were working hard to canoe boats along this milky brown water.

We stopped at a little shop and this brother and sister were there working what seemed to be the family's business or throwing food in to hungry giant fish that splash a lot and are amusing to tourists.

She took one look at me and ran up and hugged me. Her little brother came up along (prob like three? IDK, I'm no child expert) and hugging me too. He then took my little pinky and started pulling me along this little area of their business and home.

Then I went back to the girl, who had to be about like eight or ten. Of course we started talking fashion. Mainly she pointed at our similarities (both had pockets on our pants) or said "Hello!" when I had something wrong- which was a lot. My bra strap was showing, my shirt needed to be tied (apparently decolletage isn't accepted here), and had mascara on my eyes from sweating.

Don't I sound gorgeous?

They were so cute and were so much fun.

Then I wandered off a little and was bombarded by all these ladies in canoes with these gorgeous little babies. They were begging for money and were basically crying. It was hard. It's not like the people by the tourists sections who follow you and annoy you into buying worthless crap, not to say those people aren't in need and suffering, but this was different. This was just pain. Pain in their voices. Pain in their eyes. Pain in their children's eyes.

My dad was cynical and said they probably steal babies for the day to get you to pity them. I don't know about that, but even if they did, those babies still deserved a better life. So I did what you're not supposed to do (encourage begging) and helped them out.

So there you go. My first maternal instinct ever. I guess I am getting old. My 22 birthday is around the corner... yikes.