New York
This weekend, I will be in New York. Again. Because I am such a fan of four-hour car rides. (At least I’m not driving.)
Things to do:
- Deliver the two French bulldogs who have overrun my apartment for the past week and a half
- Comfort a girlfriend who was dumped in a most brutal fashion
- Show another friend around town. By which I mean “downtown”. (I am one of those people who spent an entire summer in New York without going above 14th Street.)
- Eat. Yum.
