After another amazing night at The Chelsea (it has overtaken Mur Mur as my fav’ AC lounge), where I was walked in by people at the hotel, and past a HUGE line (Sometimes I wonder what it’s like to not be treated like a VIP), I had to get up on 2 hours of sleep to head to Philadelphia for the funeral of my surrogate grandmother (My step mom’s mother). Chelsea was great, I saw so many eyes on me throughout the night, which made me feel like Britney Spears in her song “Circus”, and had a blast catching up with friends and meeting some hot girls. They treat me so special there, and make me feel so wanted and appreciated and the crowd was ultra hot. With the popularity of “The Journey”, I rarely have any girl come up to me that’s less than a 7 because they don’t want to waste my time, but a group of 6′s came up not knowing who I was and tried to flirt. I told them, “You seem nice but I’m a little busy”, and they responded, “You are such a snob”, to which I said “You guys seem nice, but not in my league so go hit on that guy ( and pointed at some ugly tool)”. It was cute because they thought I was joking, but I walked away within a couple seconds, and I think they got their clue.

I drove to Philly, and stopped at my Dad’s house where I had to borrow his clothes because I forgot my house key in AC (Thank god we have identical bodies), and we headed to the cemetery. The procession was beautiful, and I delivered the eulogy that centered on living life without fear and regret, and fighting for every inch and opening every door to live freely. I could feel the crowd being so “In the moment” with what I was saying and letting go of the pain they were feeling. Some people were crying, some were just blown away at the passion and belief behind what I was saying because I live it and breathe it, and overall the event was glamorous. My grandfather later said to me in Russian, “One thing I can never take away from you is how articulate you are, and your ability to hold the crowd with a speech. You could have been a wonderful politician. Maybe even President”. I joked back by saying, “The President doesn’t make enough money for what I want in life.” All my relatives and family friends told me I looked amazing, and the speech was “One of a kind”.

I came back to the shore right away, and just finished dinner with friends. They were all amazed that I have the stamina to live this life; They think I am the Energizer Bunny, and sometimes I think that I may be a machine.  I can’t wait to get back to work this week.

Here are pictures from last night, the post-funeral party at Uzbekistan, and some videos from dinner at the shore: