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