Sunday, November 4, 2007

Why I'm thankful for that extra hour

Back from a whirlwind 24 hours visiting Tal for her birthday in NYC. 10 hours on the bus, 7 hours on the futon, and just enough waking hours remaining to drink some wine, eat some cupcakes, and get kicked out of a karaoke bar. I'm not sure, but I think that makes three strikes for karaoke. Ah well, perhaps it's time I set my sights on more attainable bar-centered activities. Pub trivia, anyone?

The perfect new pair of black leather boots and and a cozy and delicious pre-departure brunch were just icing on the (cup)cake(s).

Happy birthday, Tal!

1 comment:

  1. We were worried. You were gone so long that everyone figured you had joined the French underground to fight the Germans, but then we realized that war had been over for 60 years or so. It's good to have you back. And try to stay away from the karaoke, love.

    Sincere regards,