I know. I know. I was just there. In October.

But that trip was a screw-up on many levels, even if it was a good time.

So this time, I’m doing it up right. (You can correct the mistakes of trips past when you have a bundle of Air Miles points.)

All the Typists will be along for the ride this time.

It’ll be just before Christmas. In New York. With all the lights. (“Grandma likes the lights,” they will say of me in years to come. “The lights always make her take off her WWII flying goggles and prompts that charming toothless smile of hers.”)

My main goals this time are a show (Spamalot), The Met and consignment shops in Manhattan. I’m a vintage clothing fiend.

Oh yes. And a New York omelette.

Prolly won’t be blogging, so I’ll cya back here in a few days.

Tra la.