A Breaky-Break

All work and no play makes this chicken a rather dull piece of poultry.

Enter our friend Boychick and his delightful spouse S-S-S-S-Sylvia. He invited Fang and me to a getaway to their weekend home on Fire Island. Don't ask me twice. I am packed. I have four swimsuits at the ready. And in the am, I am getting a bikini wax. Am I beach ready? Oh, you bet your ass I am.

There will be beach yoga at the crack of dawn on Saturday. There will be bike rides along the island parameter. There will be a cookout of seafood. There will be the march to the shore with evening cocktails on Saturday night. And I hope there will be peace of mind as the ferry steams back to Long Island on Sunday night.

I've already bought a bottle of Grey Goose, several bottles of Pinot Noir and French Rose. I have a food basket of kosher deli items for lunches. And I'm so lucky to have such special friends who want to share their home with us this weekend.

Can't wait to go.