This summer is absolutely getting away from me. I am so far behind on posting here and here. I go home planning to write and then it’s either too hot to use my brain, or we go to the pool, or a friend calls suggesting a glass (or three) of cold white wine, or we sink into a Netflix coma, or, or, or.
But one step at a time, right? Behold, as I turn this list of excuses into a post about our trip to NYC last week. Presto! Change-o!
After checking on demo at the new house, we packed and ran out the door, but not before this grim farewell party.
Our room at the James was not only free, it was fly. The ‘entitled hipster’ vibe was trumped by the view. And the weirdly freeing glass wall in the bathroom.
The James’ roof bar/pool was called Jimmy (eye roll), and girls with eating disorders and guys with chest stubble (eye roll) sat around- not in- the pool while I sat inside and judged from behind my twenty dollar gin-lavender-earl grey cocktail.
Thanks to Whit for having us up. Also, just in case it’s on the quiz, you should know he is our spiritual guide/internet priest. He’s marrying us in October because he gives great thumbs ups and is roughly the same height as we are.