It feels like Friday.... probably because we're all packed and ready to spend the Friday-work-day with our butts in airplane seats. Tomorrow night, Manhattan.... I arrive at 5pm. I'm a genius. New York. Friday. Rush hour. Perfect.

So, I'm guessing an eon in traffic before I get to the hotel. Then what? I'm a complete New York neophyte. What does one do on a Friday night? Where do the boys go to be naughty and/or nice?

I can't wait to find out.

Got any bright ideas?

The SF boys don't arrive until late Saturday night, so Jason and I have Friday night and Saturday to spend in the city..... How much trouble can we find in 24 hours?

Happiness is new luggage.

Woowoo! We might be going to the Black Party. Not the Phoenix version of the Black Party (last week) which was a pretty good time. THE Black Party. I think I could probably handle that....

Damn. If it were only a few degrees warmer. At this very moment the Phoenix Fire Department is playing volleyball in the park across the street. The uniforms are nice and all, but I'm quite certain the view would be better if the T-shirts were removed....

Happiness is a new toy! I gave in to my spoiled inner child and got a shiny new digital camera. Now I get to figure out how the damn thing works.