Battening Down The Hatches: Tropical Storm Em
Lily just apologized for having spent yesterday in a hung over mass falling half over the edge into her exhibit’s pond. I’m just going to step up right now and apologize in advance. By Thursday afternoon, I anticipate being an incoherent puddle of goo, fit only to ooze slowly from room to room in my apartment, desperately seeking hydration.
Why? Emma is coming into town on Wednesday for a flying 20-hour visit to the Big Apple, during which time she anticipates getting her hair cut, visiting three different fine dining establishments, and running me, Betsy, and anyone else available into the ground. Let me say to begin with that Emma is fun. Lots of fun. You can’t imagine how much fun Emma is. However, visits with Emma invariably leave you impoverished, with a headache the size of Texas, shaking with palsy in every limb, and vowing never to eat again. At least until the next time she shows up. During her visit to the city last summer, a “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy was instituted with regard to our credit card bills and was much needed. It worked for both of us (although I’m less sure as to how Em’s husband felt about it). A typed three page schedule was necessary to keep track of all the reservations and important chocolate shop locations.
On the tentative schedule for this time around? The bar at the Four Seasons, Roy Teeluck Salon, Caviar Russe, Sugiyama, and Balthazar. We’ll be reporting back… but probably not until Friday. Or maybe Saturday. Wish me luck!
*Blink Blink* I’m sure I have no idea what you mean *Blink Blink* … Actually, Lady Luck may be on your side after last night’s concert and 5 hours of sleep, tonight’s St. Patrick’s Day celebrations and what I anticipate will be another 5 hours of sleep, and a trip across the pond… I’m sure that by the time I get in, my energy low light will be on. Of course, if I sleep all of the way over, I may be ready to GO! GO! GO! My advice, start hydrating just in case… I hear sake is good for hydration…
Strangely, I have four different open bottles of sake in the refrigerator… I’m jealous for the concert, though!
Don’t tell me, let me guess: you’re flitting over to Ireland for St. Paddy’s?
[...] Emma is returning to the city unexpectedly for a second whirlwind visit. You may recall that I posted about the extensive (and expensive) plans for her 20-hour visit a few weeks ago, but didn’t [...]