FEBRUARY
SAN FRANCISCO: Following almost twenty years of idle threats, I finally made good on a promise to visit an old college chum and her husband over an epoch-defining birthday weekend. As a bonus, another dear friend recently moved up to the Bay area from Southern California and we got to reconnect as well. As a double-bonus, a third good friend happened to randomly be in town that same weekend. The fortuitous end to an already momentous weekend was a dishy dinner overlooking a Pacific sunset with yet another friend, the restaurant critic for San Francisco magazine.
NEW ORLEANS: If you haven’t been to Nola for Mardi Gras, what are you waiting for? Under the guise of work, my best friend and I hit the Big Easy for four days of debauchery, capped by the Krewe of Orpheus Ball. This was my second trip post-Katrina, and although is was difficult to see how much of the city has been left to wither, it was equally inspiring to bear witness to a persistent spirit that continues to loudly sing “We Shall not Be Moved.”
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