I know, I know, I said we were done with NYC. But I just have to add this one photo. The Chicken Emperor was in the lobby of our new building one morning while we were back there, and who should walk in but The Donald himself. Clearly, he recognized royalty when he saw it (an emperor, after all!) and stopped to have his photo taken.
Yesterday, Bernadette hosted friends Jeannie, Katherine and myself for the most lovely ladies’ luncheon. So very civilized! Much fun, and we plotted amongst ourselves as to what kind of trouble we might be able to conjure up together in the future. I can see the movie script already! G-rated, of course. Hint: the working title could be “Princesses of the Caribbean”.