Live From New York

I arrived at JFK yesterday for my four day stay in NYC. Riddled with guilt over leaving my 10 week old at home, not to mention the other 2, I was slightly challenged and looking for a little distraction from my internal wallowing. I found it, fast. Because I am supposed to be WORKING, I caught up on about 1,000 emails after checking into my hotel. Just as I was further feeling sorry for myself that I was checking email when I should be at some fabulous dinner spot (see next paragraph) I glance up from my 27th floor perch and low and behold I had my very own Sex and the City moment – man candy! Mr. Buffalicious was straight across in the next building, light on, disrobing. Honestly, I looked left, looked right, convinced that my husband had rigged this as some kind of test, and of course no one was in my room so I just gawked in amazement at my truly Hollywood moment. Rock star fabulous man candy was Mr. Fabulous, he prompted me to head out to dinner.

With a new spring in my step, face fully flushed and my depression lifted (let hubby get barfed all over while checking emails for a change, I’m foot loose and [sort of] fancy free), I pranced off to Benoit. Deeeelightful Benoit is one of Alain Ducasse’s restaurants on 55th I think. The full French menu and French experience (complete with French couple next to me chirping away in their native tongue), I was in heaven. I was really well behaved with my two course meal and glass of great white wine from Santorini (weird, I know, but delicious) and I finally forwent (is this a word?) dessert. This did not last. I headed to bed, King Size Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup in hand, I polished off the whole thing. Truly unfortunate, yet I tucked myself cheerfully into bed – alas, it was a perfect night. Stay tuned – Miss Robyn from Mix, Mingle, Glow is due to arrive any second to help me facilitate the rest of my journey – thank heavens!