It’s 9:40 p.m. and I’ve got a hot date with my couch and some DVR recordings — I’m already in my p.j.’s.  After seeing mom on Monday, heading to DC on Tuesday, a pro bono event, a spin class, drinks at the Russia House, dinner at Hank’s Oyster Bar, an 8 a.m. train back to NYC, a full day of work, and a welcome dinner for the new associates, I’m definitely couch-bound. 

And what’s better to recover from a busy week than a weekend on Fire Island?  Not much.  Jimmy and I are going to re-create our dinner from Sunday night and there’s rumors of grilled pizza.  I’m looking forward to a few runs and a few naps as well.

On a completely unrelated note, I had to give Derek some ribbing about his criteria for the perfect woman for him.  My favorite?  "
11. Prefers penises to va-jay-jay."  I think I just enjoy his use of the term "va-jay-jay."  Certainly one of the more colorful phrases out there, although I can think of plenty.