I love the excitement of a last-minute getaway. I just found out this morning that I’m heading to NYC tonight for a quick weekend trip. Hubby has been there all week for work, and he’s now going to be stuck there all next week as well, so his company has kindly offered to fly me out for the weekend. Not a bad deal, really.
Of course, I’ll have to cancel a few plans. I won’t be able to make it to Tabu tonight for the JFly Fridays party (although I’m not sure I care as much about meeting tonight’s hostess, the 2004 Playboy Playmate of the Year, Carmella DeCesare, as the average guy would.)
Saturday, I’ll miss the annual super-groovy-totally-Tiki festival that a group of friends is throwing all afternoon and evening. I was planning to make these Vanilla-Lime Pineapple Skewers for the party, but I suppose I’ll just have to host a mini Tiki party of my own soon instead.
And Sunday, on top of missing out on my Sunday trip to the stable to visit my horsey friends, I’ll be missing out on plans to meet friends at the new Boca Room — formerly Lounge — at Colfax and Marion. Each Sunday night the space hosts a jazz guitarist from 7 – 10 p.m. (or so I’m told) and then Michael from Charlie Brown’s takes over on the piano from 10 p.m. until close. Girlie here loves herself a good piano bar, so I’ll have to make sure I hit that the following weekend instead.
In the meantime, I’m off tonight to head into NYC. Tomorrow we’re thinking we’ll take a mini tour of the Hamptons in search of a suitable beach before we ferry over to Fire Island (apparently there’s a great band playing Saturday night for a festival) and Sunday we’ll be playing tourist in Manhattan for the day. I’m not entirely sure, but I think it’s a fair trade.