it's up to you, new york new york

If you told Steve “go to New York City and have some fun”, he would probably wander around aimlessly for a few days before winding up at Penn Station and catching an Amtrak back to D.C. For that reason, it’s a good thing he married me. I am freakishly organized (to the point where I would label it neurotic) and plan things, sometimes things that aren’t even necessarily happening for sure, to the minute.

That being said, our NYC agenda unveiled:

• Brunch at Bobby Flay’s Mesa Grill
• Two Boots for the ubiquitous Mr. Pink
• Ice skating at Wollman Rink in Central Park
• Sushi dinner at Sasabune
• Annual voyage to the Empire State Building
• A visit to the MOMA (hard to believe we've never been)
• Midnight snack at the Roxy in Times Square

Hmm… why does it always revolve around food? That’s always the pattern. Food and gorillas. Unfortunately, the Bronx zoo is a bit out of our way on this trip so we can’t manage to squeeze a primate visit into our itinerary. Besides, after seeing the San Diego zoo last summer, they all pale in comparison.

On a completely separate note, it’s hard enough living far away from a good friend. Conversely, it can be hard to stay in touch when all you have is technology and can’t go out for martinis together anymore. But at least put in some damn effort once in awhile.

Psssssst. Hey Sara, it goes without saying that this isn't about the bffffffffffff. I love you, as always.