By this time on Friday, I'm hoping I've been able to transplant myself into this picture. It has been a long time since I've stood (let alone glided) in a pair of skates, but when one has the good fortune to be in New York at Christmas time, even clinging to the boards at Rockefeller Center must count as an experience to be had. It's a girls getaway weekend, with the musical Billy Elliot on Saturday and brunch at the Plaza on Sunday, and a whole lot of sightseeing and window/discount shopping in amongst all that.
To all my friends staring down the barrel of your Slashababies, godspeed and good luck. If your muse is being tricky, toast it with several glasses of wine. While it might not help, you'll probably feel better about it.
Dear Dominic, our Merry: Happy Birthday, sweetheart!
And since it is December, and New York, we remember....