You’ve heard me talk about her before, and over the past five months I’ve not gone a day without consulting her eerily accurate words of wisdom. Lucky for you, my beloved astrologer Bridgett Walther has just released a book, Conquer the Cosmos, which means you too can be in on the secrets of the stars. Whether you’re a Scorpio looking for a date or Pisces aiming for a promotion, Bridgett will tell you how to use astrology to attract the man, money and happiness you deserve. But hey, don’t take it from me, take it from Cher (she wrote the Foreword… Come to think of it, wonder if Bridge inspired the lyrics to “Believe?”)
Don’t wait ‘til Mercury turns retrograde… Pick up your copy of Conquer the Cosmos today!
I don’t function on anything less than 8 hours of sleep which, means in reality it’s a rare night when my lights aren’t out by 10. This also means that beyond thinking Jimmy Fallon is kinda hot and watching Dave’s confession of shenanigans for the sake of book sales, I couldn’t tell you who’s on what network at what time, and really couldn’t give a shit about this whole late night shakedown. If I didn’t regularly troll gossip sites (we produce a gossip magazine so I do it for business purposes 
), I would have entirely missed out on just how funny Conan O’Brien really is. Between his dignified explanation of his “departure” and last night’s “I’m just three days away from the biggest drinking binge in history” stand-up routine, this is a guy worth staying up late for!
Hey Conan, if you’re looking for a job, career advice or a drinking partner, I’m here for ya!
How excited was I to be on the other side of a book tour??!! Delighted (and frankly, relaxed) to be in the audience of my good friend Gabrielle Bernstein’s book signing at Borders at Columbus Circle in NY last night. She’s just written a fantastic new book called Add More ~ing to Your Life: A Hip Guide to Happiness. What I love about Gabrielle is that she walks her talk – she’s quite literally filled to the brim with ~ing – as was her fellow wing-wearing posse. I’d highly recommend you pick up a copy.
If there’s anything you know about me by now (beyond my fear-filled fixation with getting older), it’s that I have a hate-on for flying. Seriously, Johnny Depp could call and ask me to join him on his private island and I’d have to regrettably decline. So when I got the news via my airline carrier that I would be flying back to NY from my native Canada on what was to be the highest terror alert day of the year—and could expect upwards of a 4 hour delay in the security line—I flipped my lid. As I got to the check-in desk with my brother, my dog Harley and what would be my carry-on in tow, I was informed that I would need to pack up my purse and put it into my checked bag and then put my essentials (wallet, passport, Purell and passport) in Harley’s bag as my “one and only” carry-on. Somewhere between my hissy fit and handing over to Shane an armful of pajamas, Christmas gifts I was never going to use anyway, and most sadly, a bag of baked Dill Pickle chips (if you know where to find them in the U.S. I’m all ears), I was approached by a reporter doing a story for the New York Times on this dismal day of travel. I mentioned I was the author of Girl on Top (hoping I could count this as book media) to no avail, but there was a silver lining… my name is in the Times.
Harley sick and tired of waiting around the airport 
Eternal youth. Turning the big 4-0 in 2010 and will spend every day until then enjoying the view from the apex of the hill.
Wishing you all youthful joy this holiday season!
Though the thought of entering another airport was nearly enough to keep me curled up in bed for two weeks after the tour, my desperate (and I mean scary desperate) need for a vacay won out. I booked a flight and high tailed it to Mexico last week (still here) to clear my mind of all work-related activities. Obviously, since I’ve writing this blog entry, the trip hasn’t been entirely successful on that account, but I have managed to turn on my Blackberry only once each day for five minutes.
Oops, times up… I have a tequila shot and chic lit to tend to…
Turns out Tiger and I have something in common. No, I’m not hiding more mistresses than I can count on both hands, but we ARE both in this week’s issue of People magazine! This ad appeared in their southeast region, so keep an eye out when you’re catching up on details contributing to his crumbling reputation.
I thought I’d finally reached the end of the two-month tour, but of course I had to go out with a bang and plan a last-minute holiday party for all our NYC friends. Don’t get me wrong, being on the road has been a blast, but my feet are officially broken and I was starting to worry that Missy and Harley wouldn’t remember their own mom.
Come out for the WORKS Holiday Party tomorrow night and help me celebrate a successful tour, all the new wonderful friends we made along the way, and the fact that I no longer have to live out of a suitcase.
The Limited at 134 Spring Street
6:30-8:30pm
40% discount on all your purchases
(the perfect opportunity to cross off everyone on your shopping list)
Free cocktails
(obviously)
Crumbs cupcakes
(just what I need after my 45-day mall food diet)
Send an email with you and your guests’ first and last names to:
RSVP@NicoleWilliams.com
So we planned this whole tour around being in DC today expecting an invite to the State Dinner tonight… No such luck 
To make me feel better Kimmy created a little present… dinner for me and the big guy.
On the train to Philly and lo and behold I meet Lucy! This is the only thing I want more than a New York Times Bestseller.
