Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Weekend for the Aged?
Before I begin my post, I'm debating the idea of renaming this blog "9.5 Years to 40." Any comments?
One more thing before I begin. Does anyone else hate how all college basketball announcers now use the term "off the bounce" instead of "off the dribble?" I think it sounds ridiculous.
OK. Last weekend, for a variety of reasons, most of which I'll detail, was one of the more memorable weekends I've had recently. I'll start with Thursday.
Thursday night, I went to our usual weekly Happy Hour up at school. This particular installment was a "Young Alumni" version. Now, there is a particular young alumnus that I would like to speak to, but was not sure if Thursday night at school would constitute the right time or place. Either way, she didn't show up and I was left to contemplate if/when we would speak in the future. Other than that, Happy Hour wasn't particularly memorable and, after it ended, I met my cousin and friend to watch some basketball at The Mad River Bar and Grill, the same bar where approximately eight years earlier, I had one of my first in-bar makeouts in New York City. We actually sat above the very spot as we watched ESPN. I couldn't help but laugh inside. Later that night, I reunited with some friends from school at the Evelyn Lounge, another bar with significant personal meaning for me. A few weeks before the aforementioned Mad River episode, I went to meet my ex-girlfriend at said lounge. At that point in my life, I had only been in New York a few months and I was pretty miserable. I had a job that I hated and my friends had yet to join me in the Big Town. I wanted nothing more than to get back together with the girl I had broken up with a few months earlier. When she called to invite me to the Evelyn Lounge, I was as excited as I had been in weeks. However, much to my chagrin, I arrived to find her drunker than I had ever seen her and didn't live watching her grind up on every guy in the bar. As a matter of fact, a friend of mine who was randomly at the bar felt pretty bad for me as I had come to the bar just to see her. Needless to say, I don't have fond memories of the Evelyn Lounge. Anyway, back to present day, I met my friends for a double Petron shot and a fun hour of bullshitting. An extremely drunk friend and I decided to try a few UWS bars. Nothing was doing except for my friend asking every person on Amsterdam Avenue "Where the weed was at?" After some late night pizza, I retired for the evening. To my surprise, Thursday would definitely be the least exciting night of the weekend.
Friday consisted of a meeting, lunch at Hill Country (which is awesome), a meeting and some poker playing (left up $40 - not bad), before heading out to dinner to start the final night of "Alumni Forever Week." Shortly after 9:00, my friends and I went to Bowlmor Lanes, for a great event our school put on for us. $5 for bowling, shoes, drinks and food. As embarassing as it may be, I do enjoy bowling. I am surprisingly competitive and I like how bowling allows me to compete with myself. A few years ago, I decided that if I ever bowled a 200, I would retire from bowling forever. Now, even if I were to ever accomplish that feat, I would probably not keep my word to retire, but it is still something to shoot for. So, during my first game, I was struggling to say the least. After an opening frame strike, I just could not get into a groove and I finished with a 102 (or so). It seemed as if my bowling career would live to see another day. My second game started our pretty promising, though, with a spare (6-4) and a strike. Lucky rolls, it seemed, until I followed with two more strikes. Now, at this point, I was having the best game of my life - my previous high was 176, I believe. And, just like that, our lane stopped working. For 45 minutes, we waited. Nothing. The manager felt so bad that she actually gave our lane 15 free SoCo and Lime shots (which were not included in our steep ticket price). Well, after the lane came back to life, I continued my quest with a spare. The first obstacle occurred when I bowled a 9-0 in the 6th frame. But, I was still on pace and followed with two spares and a strike. I entered the final frame needing to get 17 pins to hit 200, which was certainly possible considering I had marked in eight of the game's nine frames. My first ball seemed absolutely perfect and I thought I had secured my date with history, only to see one pin remaining. I needed to hit that pin and get seven on my final roll, which did not seem like too much of a stretch. However, destiny was not on my side as I missed that last pin and finished with a career-best 191. I was very happy, but also slightly disappointed that I would bowl again in the future. The remainder of the night was spent hanging out with some friends from school talking about girls and sports, very out of the ordinary for me. I returned home around 4AM, eight hours before a group was to convene in my apartment for a school project.
Saturday afternoon was filled with a simulated climb up Mount Everest, lunch at a new diner on the Upper East Side with a friend I hadn't seen in too long, and some lounging with a few buddies. After a failed attempt to sell my tickets, I went solo to the "They Might Be Giants" concert at the Beacon Theater. A few years ago, I may not have enjoyed a concert by myself, but this was awesome. First of all, the Beacon is great. I can't believe I've lived so close to it and had never been (Note: I also just recently, like last night, discovered a bar called Yogi's, which is great and also so close to my apartment. It is inexcusable that I had never been to either place until this month). Secondly, as cheesy as their music might be, TMBG are still great in concert. They are hilarious and the Beacon was the perfect place to see them. The only drawback was that I left the concert early to get to my friend's going-away party on the Lower East Side and missed most of the songs I had come to see. However, it was still great. And, that going-away party was also great. Again, I chatted with some friends, caught up on some lost time and discussed magazines and if the Giants could win the next night's Super Bowl (I gave them a 20% chance). The night ended in a Latin Bar on Avenue C where I bumped into a very drunk classmate of mine. I am now 100% convinced Business School is positively correlated to alcoholism.
Finally, Super Bowl Sunday. There really isn't much to say. I am not a Giants fan (or a big NFL fan for that matter). But, I was completely caught up in the Giants' play-off run and was VERY fired up for the Big Game. I trekked to Hoboken to my friends' apartment, bottle of wine in hand. The game could not have been better and we were all riveted from beginning to end. I literally could not believe what I was watching and was so happy to see the Giants defeat Bill Belichek's Patriots. Immediately after the game ended, screams emanated from Hoboken's streets below. Sunday was one of those days I felt so lucky to live in New York, and as I crossed the Hudson River via the Path train, I looked forward to the long night ahead. I wondered in which bar would I celebrate the victory with delirious fans. I returned to my neighborhood and tried my local bars, but was not encouraged. (I had actually heard that the police had to close 2nd Avenue on the Upper East Side and wondered if I should go there. Probably best that I didn't.) Brother Jimmy's was rocking, but the bouncer said they were "closed." After a few questions, he wouldn't recant, and I was forced to leave the UWS. I texted a buddy that I knew would be out and met him at his friend's apartment, ready to hit another bar. However, momentum was lost and I ended up playing poker with three others, two of whom were stoned and one that was drunk. Easy money, I thought. However, a few bad breaks resulted in a loss of $100 and a return home around 5AM - the only negative of the entire weekend. But, then again, I guess $100 was a small price to pay to see that game. So, I wouldn't change a thing.
Folk(s), that was my weekend. Action packed and memorable to say the least. I must admit that I am very lucky to still be having such great times. I hope to share more with you.
One more thing before I begin. Does anyone else hate how all college basketball announcers now use the term "off the bounce" instead of "off the dribble?" I think it sounds ridiculous.
OK. Last weekend, for a variety of reasons, most of which I'll detail, was one of the more memorable weekends I've had recently. I'll start with Thursday.
Thursday night, I went to our usual weekly Happy Hour up at school. This particular installment was a "Young Alumni" version. Now, there is a particular young alumnus that I would like to speak to, but was not sure if Thursday night at school would constitute the right time or place. Either way, she didn't show up and I was left to contemplate if/when we would speak in the future. Other than that, Happy Hour wasn't particularly memorable and, after it ended, I met my cousin and friend to watch some basketball at The Mad River Bar and Grill, the same bar where approximately eight years earlier, I had one of my first in-bar makeouts in New York City. We actually sat above the very spot as we watched ESPN. I couldn't help but laugh inside. Later that night, I reunited with some friends from school at the Evelyn Lounge, another bar with significant personal meaning for me. A few weeks before the aforementioned Mad River episode, I went to meet my ex-girlfriend at said lounge. At that point in my life, I had only been in New York a few months and I was pretty miserable. I had a job that I hated and my friends had yet to join me in the Big Town. I wanted nothing more than to get back together with the girl I had broken up with a few months earlier. When she called to invite me to the Evelyn Lounge, I was as excited as I had been in weeks. However, much to my chagrin, I arrived to find her drunker than I had ever seen her and didn't live watching her grind up on every guy in the bar. As a matter of fact, a friend of mine who was randomly at the bar felt pretty bad for me as I had come to the bar just to see her. Needless to say, I don't have fond memories of the Evelyn Lounge. Anyway, back to present day, I met my friends for a double Petron shot and a fun hour of bullshitting. An extremely drunk friend and I decided to try a few UWS bars. Nothing was doing except for my friend asking every person on Amsterdam Avenue "Where the weed was at?" After some late night pizza, I retired for the evening. To my surprise, Thursday would definitely be the least exciting night of the weekend.
Friday consisted of a meeting, lunch at Hill Country (which is awesome), a meeting and some poker playing (left up $40 - not bad), before heading out to dinner to start the final night of "Alumni Forever Week." Shortly after 9:00, my friends and I went to Bowlmor Lanes, for a great event our school put on for us. $5 for bowling, shoes, drinks and food. As embarassing as it may be, I do enjoy bowling. I am surprisingly competitive and I like how bowling allows me to compete with myself. A few years ago, I decided that if I ever bowled a 200, I would retire from bowling forever. Now, even if I were to ever accomplish that feat, I would probably not keep my word to retire, but it is still something to shoot for. So, during my first game, I was struggling to say the least. After an opening frame strike, I just could not get into a groove and I finished with a 102 (or so). It seemed as if my bowling career would live to see another day. My second game started our pretty promising, though, with a spare (6-4) and a strike. Lucky rolls, it seemed, until I followed with two more strikes. Now, at this point, I was having the best game of my life - my previous high was 176, I believe. And, just like that, our lane stopped working. For 45 minutes, we waited. Nothing. The manager felt so bad that she actually gave our lane 15 free SoCo and Lime shots (which were not included in our steep ticket price). Well, after the lane came back to life, I continued my quest with a spare. The first obstacle occurred when I bowled a 9-0 in the 6th frame. But, I was still on pace and followed with two spares and a strike. I entered the final frame needing to get 17 pins to hit 200, which was certainly possible considering I had marked in eight of the game's nine frames. My first ball seemed absolutely perfect and I thought I had secured my date with history, only to see one pin remaining. I needed to hit that pin and get seven on my final roll, which did not seem like too much of a stretch. However, destiny was not on my side as I missed that last pin and finished with a career-best 191. I was very happy, but also slightly disappointed that I would bowl again in the future. The remainder of the night was spent hanging out with some friends from school talking about girls and sports, very out of the ordinary for me. I returned home around 4AM, eight hours before a group was to convene in my apartment for a school project.
Saturday afternoon was filled with a simulated climb up Mount Everest, lunch at a new diner on the Upper East Side with a friend I hadn't seen in too long, and some lounging with a few buddies. After a failed attempt to sell my tickets, I went solo to the "They Might Be Giants" concert at the Beacon Theater. A few years ago, I may not have enjoyed a concert by myself, but this was awesome. First of all, the Beacon is great. I can't believe I've lived so close to it and had never been (Note: I also just recently, like last night, discovered a bar called Yogi's, which is great and also so close to my apartment. It is inexcusable that I had never been to either place until this month). Secondly, as cheesy as their music might be, TMBG are still great in concert. They are hilarious and the Beacon was the perfect place to see them. The only drawback was that I left the concert early to get to my friend's going-away party on the Lower East Side and missed most of the songs I had come to see. However, it was still great. And, that going-away party was also great. Again, I chatted with some friends, caught up on some lost time and discussed magazines and if the Giants could win the next night's Super Bowl (I gave them a 20% chance). The night ended in a Latin Bar on Avenue C where I bumped into a very drunk classmate of mine. I am now 100% convinced Business School is positively correlated to alcoholism.
Finally, Super Bowl Sunday. There really isn't much to say. I am not a Giants fan (or a big NFL fan for that matter). But, I was completely caught up in the Giants' play-off run and was VERY fired up for the Big Game. I trekked to Hoboken to my friends' apartment, bottle of wine in hand. The game could not have been better and we were all riveted from beginning to end. I literally could not believe what I was watching and was so happy to see the Giants defeat Bill Belichek's Patriots. Immediately after the game ended, screams emanated from Hoboken's streets below. Sunday was one of those days I felt so lucky to live in New York, and as I crossed the Hudson River via the Path train, I looked forward to the long night ahead. I wondered in which bar would I celebrate the victory with delirious fans. I returned to my neighborhood and tried my local bars, but was not encouraged. (I had actually heard that the police had to close 2nd Avenue on the Upper East Side and wondered if I should go there. Probably best that I didn't.) Brother Jimmy's was rocking, but the bouncer said they were "closed." After a few questions, he wouldn't recant, and I was forced to leave the UWS. I texted a buddy that I knew would be out and met him at his friend's apartment, ready to hit another bar. However, momentum was lost and I ended up playing poker with three others, two of whom were stoned and one that was drunk. Easy money, I thought. However, a few bad breaks resulted in a loss of $100 and a return home around 5AM - the only negative of the entire weekend. But, then again, I guess $100 was a small price to pay to see that game. So, I wouldn't change a thing.
Folk(s), that was my weekend. Action packed and memorable to say the least. I must admit that I am very lucky to still be having such great times. I hope to share more with you.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
1:53 AM
Tonight, I blog for you under the influence.
I just returned home from a night of basketball followed by even more beer. The night began at Brother Jimmy's innocently watching North Carolina squeak by Georgia Tech, on the very same Atlanta court I saw my Quakers upset the Yellow Jackets in 2001 (first-hand). Tonight continued, upon my strong recommendation, at George Keeley's, my favorite local tavern. What transpired afterwards constituted a learning experience.
Recently, I broke up with a girl I had been seeing for a short, but meaningful, time. We both wished we could be people we were not. Alas, there was nothing we could do to change reality and we parted ways. So, I used tonight as a test run to possibly "get back in the game." Basically, if there was an opportunity to talk with a few girls, I was going to take it. I felt I owed it to myself. After my friends left/abandoned me, I saddled up to the bar and decided to finish my Delirium, next to a group of somewhat-rowdy females speaking to just a few gentlemen suitors. After a few minutes, I was able to (barely) engage two of said females into something resembling a conversation.
We chatted about what brought them to a relatively neighborhoody Upper West Side tavern. They explained that they went to school together in Minnesota and were here on a fashion tour of New York City. I correctly deciphered they were undergraduates but I was incorrect in believing they were less than drinking age. After a few minutes of false conversation with two drink-less girls, I felt obligated to offer them each a beer. Not surprisingly, they both agreed. So, I was buying drinks for the same girls I was attempting to impress by dropping the few designer names I knew. However, a few minutes later, I fully realized that I had absolutely no desire to converse with these girls. To engage these early 20's mid-westerners, I was going to have to pretend to be dumber than I was. This is something I am unable to do.
I do not have the ability to speak to a girl and give her lines that would invariably peak her interest. For example, these females were only in my local bar because a guy they met claimed to be purchasing the bar in the near future. When I asked him about his future purchase and told him I knew the current owner, he quickly retreated from me, wishing not to speak with me again. However, said females didn't seem to mind as he kept telling "funny" stories attempting to keep their interest. In essence, these girls were aware that this suitor was feeding them a false story about a bar he would never acquire, but this interested them. Why? I have no idea. I am only left with one answer - many, if not all, girls are stupid and/or do not care. Plain and simple, I did not have the patience and desire to keep these girls interested. Perhaps in my earlier days, I would have had the strength. But, today, I do not.
Does this rambling mean anything? I don't think so. But, I do know that today, at the ripe old age of 3-0, I do not feel the need to impress younger (or any) females with embellished tales. I will drink my beer and wait for the wise ones, some of whom I have already met.
I just returned home from a night of basketball followed by even more beer. The night began at Brother Jimmy's innocently watching North Carolina squeak by Georgia Tech, on the very same Atlanta court I saw my Quakers upset the Yellow Jackets in 2001 (first-hand). Tonight continued, upon my strong recommendation, at George Keeley's, my favorite local tavern. What transpired afterwards constituted a learning experience.
Recently, I broke up with a girl I had been seeing for a short, but meaningful, time. We both wished we could be people we were not. Alas, there was nothing we could do to change reality and we parted ways. So, I used tonight as a test run to possibly "get back in the game." Basically, if there was an opportunity to talk with a few girls, I was going to take it. I felt I owed it to myself. After my friends left/abandoned me, I saddled up to the bar and decided to finish my Delirium, next to a group of somewhat-rowdy females speaking to just a few gentlemen suitors. After a few minutes, I was able to (barely) engage two of said females into something resembling a conversation.
We chatted about what brought them to a relatively neighborhoody Upper West Side tavern. They explained that they went to school together in Minnesota and were here on a fashion tour of New York City. I correctly deciphered they were undergraduates but I was incorrect in believing they were less than drinking age. After a few minutes of false conversation with two drink-less girls, I felt obligated to offer them each a beer. Not surprisingly, they both agreed. So, I was buying drinks for the same girls I was attempting to impress by dropping the few designer names I knew. However, a few minutes later, I fully realized that I had absolutely no desire to converse with these girls. To engage these early 20's mid-westerners, I was going to have to pretend to be dumber than I was. This is something I am unable to do.
I do not have the ability to speak to a girl and give her lines that would invariably peak her interest. For example, these females were only in my local bar because a guy they met claimed to be purchasing the bar in the near future. When I asked him about his future purchase and told him I knew the current owner, he quickly retreated from me, wishing not to speak with me again. However, said females didn't seem to mind as he kept telling "funny" stories attempting to keep their interest. In essence, these girls were aware that this suitor was feeding them a false story about a bar he would never acquire, but this interested them. Why? I have no idea. I am only left with one answer - many, if not all, girls are stupid and/or do not care. Plain and simple, I did not have the patience and desire to keep these girls interested. Perhaps in my earlier days, I would have had the strength. But, today, I do not.
Does this rambling mean anything? I don't think so. But, I do know that today, at the ripe old age of 3-0, I do not feel the need to impress younger (or any) females with embellished tales. I will drink my beer and wait for the wise ones, some of whom I have already met.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
A Triumphant Return?
More likely, just a return.
The last time I visited was 8 months ago. And, I am no longer in the "to 30" phase, but rather in the "from 30" period. But, I thought I'd stop by anyway and here's why: I'm currently attempting to write a book. Yup. A book. It's just something that I thought would be fun and I'm not hoping to publish this book. But, I thought it would be fun to search through my brain and compile the memories that shaped my life over the past 30.5 years. However, it is just as hard as I imagined it would be.
I find the task of putting my life on a laptop incredibly daunting. And, there is the reason why I have returned to this blog. I am hoping a few entries here will get the creative juices flowing. And, if there are any readers out there, I may just post a few passages on the blog for some feedback.
As for an update, well... My 31st year has been a good one. I am loving school (and hope it will never end). And, I have a great job to look forward to in the fall. I really can't complain. I just got back from a trip to Vail, which was pretty cool. But, unfortunately, I hurt my back (same injury I suffered a few years ago). So, I need to take it easy for a while. Nothing else really to report. I'm trying to figure out my plans for my Spring Break, which is in March. Any ideas?
To all of you out there, it's good to be back.
The last time I visited was 8 months ago. And, I am no longer in the "to 30" phase, but rather in the "from 30" period. But, I thought I'd stop by anyway and here's why: I'm currently attempting to write a book. Yup. A book. It's just something that I thought would be fun and I'm not hoping to publish this book. But, I thought it would be fun to search through my brain and compile the memories that shaped my life over the past 30.5 years. However, it is just as hard as I imagined it would be.
I find the task of putting my life on a laptop incredibly daunting. And, there is the reason why I have returned to this blog. I am hoping a few entries here will get the creative juices flowing. And, if there are any readers out there, I may just post a few passages on the blog for some feedback.
As for an update, well... My 31st year has been a good one. I am loving school (and hope it will never end). And, I have a great job to look forward to in the fall. I really can't complain. I just got back from a trip to Vail, which was pretty cool. But, unfortunately, I hurt my back (same injury I suffered a few years ago). So, I need to take it easy for a while. Nothing else really to report. I'm trying to figure out my plans for my Spring Break, which is in March. Any ideas?
To all of you out there, it's good to be back.
Saturday, May 5, 2007
My sincere apologies
To all of my fan(s)-
First, please let me say I am very sorry for my extremely long (and unacceptable) hiatus from this blog. I wish I had better excuses than finals and general business, but I do not. And, for that, I am very sorry. I cannot promise to write daily, but I can pledge to do my best to update more regularly.
So, where are we today? The big day is now exactly 2 months way. Craziness. I am still searching for a locale (and a date) for my "bash." If anyone has some suggestions for a large, outdoor location for a summer birthday party in NYC, please send them along (via the comments section).
The Yanks are certainly struggling in this young season. Injuries have really hurt us, but the weak bullpen certainly hasn't helped.
As some of you may know, this week I finished my first year of business school. I can honestly say this year exceeded my expectations in every way. Initially, I doubted my decision to go to back to school. I wondered if I was too old. I thought the 2 years with no salary and ridiculous amounts of debt did not justify the end result. And, plain and simple, I wondered whether more school was right for me. However, I am so happy that I decided to go back. I have made friends from all over the world. I was able to go to Israel with 11 other students that I can now call friends (more about Israel to come in a future post). I took 30+ students to their first ever game at Yankee Stadium. And, between all of this, I was able to learn a little and get a summer job I am very excited about (more to come on that also).
So, I hope that brings everyone up to speed. I hope to post much more regularly in the near future. And, by "much more regularly," I mean at least weekly.
Before I sign off, I just want to point out that a mid-week trip to Atlantic City this Wednesday cost me more than I have ever lost gambling. By a ton. I am officially off of Texas Hold 'Em for the next seven days.
Once again, I am sorry for such a long break. More to come...
-howie
First, please let me say I am very sorry for my extremely long (and unacceptable) hiatus from this blog. I wish I had better excuses than finals and general business, but I do not. And, for that, I am very sorry. I cannot promise to write daily, but I can pledge to do my best to update more regularly.
So, where are we today? The big day is now exactly 2 months way. Craziness. I am still searching for a locale (and a date) for my "bash." If anyone has some suggestions for a large, outdoor location for a summer birthday party in NYC, please send them along (via the comments section).
The Yanks are certainly struggling in this young season. Injuries have really hurt us, but the weak bullpen certainly hasn't helped.
As some of you may know, this week I finished my first year of business school. I can honestly say this year exceeded my expectations in every way. Initially, I doubted my decision to go to back to school. I wondered if I was too old. I thought the 2 years with no salary and ridiculous amounts of debt did not justify the end result. And, plain and simple, I wondered whether more school was right for me. However, I am so happy that I decided to go back. I have made friends from all over the world. I was able to go to Israel with 11 other students that I can now call friends (more about Israel to come in a future post). I took 30+ students to their first ever game at Yankee Stadium. And, between all of this, I was able to learn a little and get a summer job I am very excited about (more to come on that also).
So, I hope that brings everyone up to speed. I hope to post much more regularly in the near future. And, by "much more regularly," I mean at least weekly.
Before I sign off, I just want to point out that a mid-week trip to Atlantic City this Wednesday cost me more than I have ever lost gambling. By a ton. I am officially off of Texas Hold 'Em for the next seven days.
Once again, I am sorry for such a long break. More to come...
-howie
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Writer's Block?
In my storied career as a blogger (nearly two months), I have yet to come across a case of writer's block like the one I have struggled with over the past seven days. I guess the creative juices have their own ebb and flow. Or, my left brain is tired and sore.
This past Saturday, I had to defend my very existence as a blogger. Both friends claimed the internet to be a place for children and those looking for children. I believe my counter argument was compelling, though I can't be sure as I was many beers into a very long day/night.
The next day, my family and I celebrated my father's 59th birthday. This year, when I hit the 3-0, I will for the first time be more than half of my father's age. What do I have to look forward to? In 2037, will I constantly tell my son how great Derek Jeter was and how all of the contemporary music sucks? Only time will tell...
Before I end this post of nothingness, I understand there are a few new readers to this blog, bringing the total up near 3. I would just like to welcome you all.
This weekend will include a stay in one of New York City's finest hotels and dinner at one of our trendier restaurants. I hope to share details shortly.
In the words of Johnny Drama, "Victory!!!"
This past Saturday, I had to defend my very existence as a blogger. Both friends claimed the internet to be a place for children and those looking for children. I believe my counter argument was compelling, though I can't be sure as I was many beers into a very long day/night.
The next day, my family and I celebrated my father's 59th birthday. This year, when I hit the 3-0, I will for the first time be more than half of my father's age. What do I have to look forward to? In 2037, will I constantly tell my son how great Derek Jeter was and how all of the contemporary music sucks? Only time will tell...
Before I end this post of nothingness, I understand there are a few new readers to this blog, bringing the total up near 3. I would just like to welcome you all.
This weekend will include a stay in one of New York City's finest hotels and dinner at one of our trendier restaurants. I hope to share details shortly.
In the words of Johnny Drama, "Victory!!!"
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