Tomorrow, I am going with my friends D.R. and B.N. (who are dating each other) and five of their other friends to D.R.’s parents’ vacation home in western Maryland.
I just realized that this is the first non-work related trip I have made out of Manhattan in about two years.
I don’t know what I will do with myself. There is a lake there. Perhaps I’ll drown.
Or perhaps I’ll have to change the title of this blog to The Search for Love in Western Maryland.
It doesn’t have quite the same ring to it, but maybe the search itself will be more successful.