jet plane.
I’m leaving shortly for Los Angeles, my longest trip away from NYC in nearly two years. Two years! Crikey.
Am looking forward to hanging out with my family, maybe see some old friends, and of course eat some good food. A baseball game is in the cards, as is Pizzeria Mozza — in my top five US pizzas — and a lot of vegging out in front of the TV. What?! I don’t have a TV now, so the idea of 1,000+ cable channels is akin to sunbathing on a beach: infinitely, wonderfully relaxing.
I’ll post here and there if I get a chance, but I suspect that between the baseball, food, TV, and my wee niece and nephew, I might not have too much time on my hands. We’ll see. But Eleanor and No-Name are coming home with me, so I’m sure that many, many photos will be taken. In a few weeks, you’ll be bombarded with niece and nephew cuteness to the nth degree. In the meanwhile, enjoy, uh, me and my brother. We’re cute, too, right?
hong-an tran 