Last weekend Drew surprised me with a night at our favorite inn and spa north of the city. He arranged for a sitter to stay with Jackson, and he planned our train trip and even booked a prenatal massage for me (which was later changed to a facial because the massage therapist was snowed in and couldn’t make it to our appointment; no problem — my dry, hormonal skin appreciated the extra care). We did this same trip exactly a year ago, which was the last time we got away for an overnight somewhere just the two of us. We left early Sunday morning and got home Monday evening, which gave us approximately 26 hours or so at the inn, where we basically camped out in front of the fireplace and watched the snow fall and ate Pringles. Très romantique — and relaxing! I didn’t have to wipe anyone else’s butt or make anyone dinner or clean up anyone’s play-doh before it dried out. And, really, that’s all a girl wants. Or, this girl anyway. So, thanks, Drew, for surprise getaway.
This weekend, we don’t have any big plans. Ooh, unless there’s another surprise awaiting. Saturday evening, we’re celebrating a newish friend’s 40th birthday at a bar in the West Village where I will look longingly at everyone’s fancy cocktails while I sip my Shirley Temple or whatever it is I’ll be drinking. Those of you who don’t drink for whatever reason, what do you order when you meet friends at bars? Do you stick with soda or water or juice or some non-alcoholic beer or do you have a standard sort of mocktail that you always get? Ooh! I owe a DW donor a dedicated Drinking with Dear Wendy (I haven’t forgotten about you, I promise! It’s just that Dear Wendy hasn’t had a drink in months!), so I think I will make it my mission to find a good cocktail recipe that can be made with and without booze and tastes equally (or, even nearly) as delicious. And suggestions?