As usual, I totally forgot that Monday is Memorial Day until way too recently, meaning I am headed to the exotic destination, Not a Damn Place, for the holiday weekend.
Not that staying in NYC for a long weekend is the worst thing in the world. Several friends will also be wandering the city, glassy-eyed and confused by all the room on the sidewalks and subways. A few even have patios and grills which they are generously offering up for barbecues.
If you were smart enough to plan a trip, where are you going? What are you packing? If the weather cooperates, I’ll be at the park in cutoffs and a swimsuit top all weekend. If it doesn’t (I’m looking at you, ominous lightning bolt on the Sunday weather report), I’ll be in sweats on my couch catching up on President Bartlett and the rest of the White House gang on The West Wing.
Are you packing a linen suit for a fancy dinner on a tropical beach somewhere with your lady? A tux to serve as groomsman in nuptials kicking off the wedding season? Swim trunks and sunscreen?
