i love brian. i do. but sometimes the best weekends are the ones where he is gone and i am free to do whatever it is in the world that i like. this weekend he is off to pittsburgh with his father to watch his beloved steelers play ball. and this weekend i am off to eat one hundred million dumplings, drink twenty bottles of wine and to generally wreak unforeseeable havoc on my beloved city with one of my favorite partners-in-crime.
update: they ran out of dumplings. after dying of mortification, we hit vanessa dumpling on eldridge for our own little feast.