Make no little plans: carry no little purses

The Executive Suburbanite and I are set to escape our teenage overlords for a few days in the city that never sleeps.

Some journalism will be committed, to give cover to the mounds of tax deductible drink receipts our fashionable big city handbags will accumulate over the next few days.

I am just kidding of course. Our handbags were so last week the New York minute we bought them.  You cannot hope to keep up with that sort of thing in the Big Apple, where a new episode of Oh My God, You're Wearing That! is created every 30 minutes. I can assure you, however, that back at home, our purses are the envy of the suburban playground moms, if only because they are still lugging around 30 pound diaper bags while we are lugging designer knock-offs and 30 pounds of drink receipts.

My point is, we are headed east and north, respectively, to meet up for our annual birthday celebration, an annual bacchanal of shoe shopping, wine tasting and things for which we will later apologize.  But not to each other.  And not in complete sincerity. 

Photo: Making my way east.

Comments

[nthnglsts]

If you are leaving today, does that mean she went to see Daniel Craig without you? Happy Birthday celebration week. Have a wonderful time!

[Audubon Ron]

Happy Birthday. Mine is the 24th, my wife's is the 17th and just about all my other friends are around this time.

[Paulita]

Watch out for the purse knock offs sold out of the back of a van. Don't climb in! Drink some for me and consider where on earth you'll wear those new shoes, because fancy shoes will not work when walking to the train station.

[Urban Cowgirl]

Happy birthday! I hope you have a fantastic time.

[Executive Suburbanite]

Actually I recall that you had the giant mom purse while I carried no purse for maximum penis-photographing flexibility and efficiency. Then again, I bought you that purse so I guess I can't say anything.