New York was a success, although I may have given you a different answer had you asked me on the airplane. Samson was a champ, the wedding was beautiful, and my diet was blown to hell.
Palm Springs--now that's some serious vacationing. Three days of girls only, no babies, low-cal cocktails and a nice shimmering pool. A girl could get used to this.
I promise, I swear, pictures soon and fun tales of bright lights, big cities and the Viceroy Hotel to come.