Man, the house seems empty! Laura left this morning, gone for a whole week to sample the delights of New York City with her pal Ginger.
New York City, for god's sake! Why! Well, I guess shopping, shows, restaurants, Ellis Island (through which both sets of her grandparents passed) and a bit of time away from the demands of her thriving business.
Just as last summer's fly fishing trip marked the first time in our 32 years together I'd been away for fun without Laura (plenty of on-assignment trips, though), this New York trip marks the first time Laura has been away for fun without me. This is not something we plan to perpetuate.
I've told her that I plan to get hold of a keg of beer, have a taco truck come by, and ask a troupe of dancing girls to stop in. Bring in a band. Maybe Aerosmith. They'd show up for the fish tacos and beer, right? Hey, she knows I'm kidding. I'm adventurous, but not that adventurous.
Instead, my old college pal Paul Aragon (who also is flying solo this week because Ginger, his wife, is going with Laura to sample delights of NYC), is coming so stay here with the cats and me. We'll go look for some car stuff to do. Maybe some museums.
And try out restaurants. Paul says he's in search of the perfect margarita. We'll start with Mijares, a terrific Mexican restaurant next door in Pasadena, and branch out from there. Who knows what kind of trouble we might get into without the girls? Maybe Aerosmith will be playing there. After a couple of margaritas, I'm certain we can "Walk This Way!" (Full screen, please, and please turn up the sound!)