skipping town

If you haven’t noticed, we put a lot of practice into perfecting our  weekend getaways. Most New Yorkers know that the best way to stay sane in the city that never sleeps is to escape routine at least once a month. In the summer, that requirement multiplies by exactly four – and I don’t expect that it’s much different for people living in less urban areas. This means that consistently since April (…what? That’s not summer yet?), hubs and I have been running off to anywhere we can afford – from visiting family in San Diego to cashing in credit card points in Vieques, to most recently, relaxing at a friend’s family house in Cape…

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life lessons from rebecca black

If I learned anything from vocal phenomenon Rebecca Black, it’s that we gotta get down on Friday. And boyyy do I plan on doing just that! Summer Fridays means it’s time to (poorly) pack our bags and join the thousands of other New Yorkers in the mass exodus from Manhattan proper! While the Romantic embarks on a weekend getaway to Cape Cod with the hubs, I’ll be heading to the slightly less glitzy, but equally as fun Lake Wallenpaupack, Pennsylvania, where I will be spending the weekend on a boat with a few friends and a cooler of cheap beer. We promise blog posts next week recapping our trips, but in the meantime, anxious readers,…

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the art of packing (and why i’ll never have it mastered)

When hubs and I are going away for the weekend, our packing conversation is always the same. I tell him on Tuesday that we have to pack, he says “ok, let’s do it!” and I say “well not right NOW.” I have to be in the MOOD to pack, or else I will pack all wrong! Or so I like to insist. But then Thursday night rolls around, and I say “uuugghhh we have to pack…” and he says “…yes, i know” and then I throw all of my summer clothes in the suitcase* and he tells me to cut it down and I drink a glass bottle of wine and say I’ll do it…

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jetsetters: the wino

Ahhh New York City. The city that never sleeps. If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere. Yes, its true, the Romantic and I live in one of the most exciting cities in the world– the Big Apple, Carrie Bradshaw’s playground, the concrete jungle where dreams are made! But like, sometimes, on a Wednesday, the last thing I’m thinking about is venturing out to try something new. I’m just saying, by the time I get home from work tonight and sift through the thirty emails that came through on my Blackberry since the time I left the office, I may just want a glass of wine and a night in with season…

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