While in New York City a few weeks ago, we ate at John’s. Four stars in my book. Two thumbs way up. This place has some of the best pizza I’ve ever tasted, and I consider myself a pizza connoisseur. We all loved it…which is rare because my Mom only eats beets and carrots (gag) and things that are green. To our surprise, this 90 pound woman ate THREE SLICES!
In front of the Burj al-Arab hotel in Dubai…
Thursday morning… Boss: “What are you doing this weekend?” Lincee: “Catching up on TiVo’d shows.” Boss: “I need you to go to Dubai.” Lincee: Blank stare, mouth hanging open, secretly wondering where Dubai is located. Boss: “Great. We’ll talk about details later. It’s in the Middle East by the way.” Lincee: “Good to know.” Boss: Shakes his head and laughs to himself wondering how a girl from the sticks is
Well…maybe it wasn’t really Jane Fonda, but she was a perky young thing named Stacy in a black sports bra. And maybe SHE didn’t really tell me I was out of shape as much as the huffing and puffing, weak arms, knee pains and the stitch I felt in my side about 20 minutes into Jazzercise. Oh yes. I said Jazzercise. LET THE BLOGGING BEGIN! I’m looking at it right
That’s what Pi Phi will mean to you! Ironically, we didn’t have wine to celebrate the inaugural meeting of our new found club. We had margaritas. And they were good. I actually had a daiquiri because I prefer rum to tequila. Sadly, I thought the sweet waiter at Cafe Adobe had given me a virgin drink because it tasted like strawberry snow cone solution. But with a few swirls of