I escaped Hurricane Irene and fled to Baltimore for the weekend.
Lady cuddled with her sister, Gwynnie.
And then zonked out through the entire hurricane.
We dined post-hurricane on The Chesapeake Bay (which surprisingly didn’t flood).
Because if you’re in Baltimore, crab cakes are a must.
And kept busy at the ice rink during power outages. (Fun fact: my Step-Mom, Diane, skates competitively and I took lessons for most of my childhood). Fortunately, I managed to not fall and further hurt my poor tailbone.
Then I worked from home and Mom treated me to my favorite at-home breakfast - a crepe-like omelette. It tastes better than it looks.
A city gal visited a suburban lady for a Connecticut weekend filled with:
- An evening of extra-dirty martinis on Main Street
- Another evening of indulgent noshing
- An afternoon of sailing
- One sprained coccyx (tailbone)
- One human form of seasickness
- One dog form of seasickness
I may have a mango-sized bruise on my butt, but it was worth it.