OK, so the whole NYC thing didn't work out so great. I caught a nasty stomach bug, probably from some little brat on the train. I did have one fun night in the East Village, but Saturday I was violently ill and had to dope myself up and take the train back home to my sympathetic husband and dogs. A tragedy.
Ha ha, but he best quote of the (short) weekend:
Me: Look! Look at that cute little dog! It's like Charlotte's dog, Elizabeth Taylor!
Friend E: Oh my god Fluffy, please stop making Sex and the City references.