So much to say.

A homeless man peed on my shoes in New York City.

I was standing in Penn Station, holding a baby, waiting for the elevator, when he peed on me.

I wanted my first moment in the city to be standing on the sidewalks, dwarfed by energy, and tall buildings and hot dog carts.

Not staring at a penis, covered in urine, 30 feet underground with a screaming baby and a homeless guy asking me if I wanted my eggs fertilized.

I got to my hotel room, took off my pants, and sat in the tub with Gigi and cried.

For, like, forty minutes.

I cried until the tears stopped coming, and I was just making hoarse, grunty sounds that resembled sobs.

I cried until the pizza guy came.

Do you have a gun?

Um, no ma’am?

Can you hold your hands up to the peep hole so I can see there are no guns in them, but please don’t set my pizza down on the floor because there is probably AIDS there. Maybe balance it on your thigh?

Ma’am, I…I don’t have a gun, I just have your pizza and your Pepsi.

Do you promise you won’t rape or kill me?

I will not do any of those things, ma’am, really, I just have your pizza and your soda and that is all.

Ok, I’m opening the door, but only because you keep calling me ma’am and I need to show you how young and sexually assultable I am.

I hated New York for exactly 18 hours.

By brunch at Bubby’s, I was smitten.

By frozen hot chocolate at Serendipity with my sisters, I was in love.

And, an autumn walk through Central Park later, I was calling New York City for a booty call.

The dirty kind you’d totally totally deny the next day, if it wasn’t for those pesky videos…

I love New York City in a way no tee shirt, or shot glass, or thimble can articulate.

I love it in a dangerous and seedy kind of way that leaves me excited, kinetic, hungover and wondering where the fuck my panties went.

And, in a few days, I get to go back.  Only this time, it’s different, because I’m different.

I’m going back a part of something new, and dynamic, and strong.

I am one half of Mouth Media.

A company, created with Heather Spohr, to turn media on it’s head.

Leaving it changed, excited and begging for more.

We can’t think of any place more perfect to launch our venture, than New York City.

And, ahem, while we plan to do oodles of super important businessy things, like arrange meetings and wear bras, we also have a wish list of less structured experiences we’d like to accomplish…Good Morning America, John Stewart, David Lettermen, eat our weight in street food and not get tapeworms, and probably record me losing it at the top of someplace very high and vomity.

So, check out Mouth Media, we are so very proud of what we have created, and the amazing things we will be producing.  We’re moving forward in a really exciting way, and we totally want to take you all with us for the ride!

P.S.  To our designer, Maria, just…love.  I can’t imagine the amount of xanax that is required to work with us, but you get it right every time, girl.  Thanks for taking on everything we hurl at you.