For Rocky's Thirtieth Birthday, I surprised the old man with a trip to DC for New Years. I'm not entirely sure how the forty-something people that were in on the surprise managed to keep it a secret for six-plus weeks, but they did. More miraculously, I did too.
Bennett spent the weekend with Mimi and Poppa, getting his first taste of McDonald's and skipping naps. With Bennett in caring hands and Atticus with the Skis for the weekend, we made our way to Washington just the two of us. We saw many friendly faces.
We ate ourselves silly. The tasting menu at Graffiato made for one memorable meal. Gail was right, Pepperoni Sauce=Awesomesauce.
And now we long to go back. Maybe we just need a weekend apartment in the city or something. And a private jet. That would be nice. Maybe 2012 will be the "Spoiled Rotten Year." Maybe it already is!