Vacation?


Good late morning, Thursday. It's hot as hell here in NY and sure the fashion flock is sweating out the dog days of Fashion Week. Get those fans out...

So here's something. Last night I posted on Facebook that I'm looking for a weekend spot for myself and my lovely hubby. His birthday is in October and seems the perfect time for a getaway. And in true New York form, everybody else seems to think so too- because either everything from the Hudson to the Hamptons is either booked or priced for a sultan. This is one of those things about New York that makes me absolutely crackers- whenever you think you have a good idea, turns out everybody else does too. I am probably the biggest Fall fan around, but have some steep competition with the Type A New Yorkers who enjoy watching the leaves change while sipping a warm beverage in a chunky knit sweater as much as I do. Merde.

And here's another thing- I've realized at this point in my life there's two things in a vacation I almost never want: Victorian charm; and anything called a bed and breakfast. I can't abide by either. Victorian charm to me means fuss, dust, and as my friend Viv pointed out, bad water pressure. Plus waking up in someone else's home is not really my thing- I remember many years ago going to a B&B in Rhinebeck with an ex and getting busted for smoking cigs in my room, which apparently was akin to the sleighing of their first born. It was a very bad situation- no more scrambled eggs and homemade pear muffins for me. I'm way too rebellious to play by the rules in someone else's house. No thanks.

So my options are pretty limited- I either go big and spend a gazillion dollars to stare at the falling leaves in Amagansett, go rough and tumble in the Catskills and endure some serious knotty pine, or beg, borrow, and steal to find somewhere in the Hudson Valley or the Berkshires that is not covered in chintz. Best of luck, to myself. PS- who are these people that book vacations so far in advance? Do they not work in advertising and have a very unpredictable sense of time and place? (Shaking my head).

And as I contemplate a getaway weekend that will probably cost me the price of my rent, I had another thought. I'm going to forego a weekend getaway and just go to Jamaica in November or December. That's my happy place and it's been wayyyyy too long since we've been there. I'm sitting here listening to dub and wondering how any other option would do. Hopefully the New York crowd isn't on to me yet- while they're booking trips upstate to gawk at overpriced midcentury furniture and eat local, I'll be booking my tickets to Jamrock. See ya suckers.

Cause that's what's up this vacation brained Thursday in the very non vacation-like 212. Looking forward to some island time.  XO