I will write soon. I am tired lately and haven't the time. We have moved out of NYC and I am missing it like I'd miss any various limb. Packing up our 107th St and Central Park West dwelling was one of the hardest things I've had to do in a really long time. Our last night in NY (and together) was spent at a reception for some big German and Monte Carlo houses and the who's who in opera. Manny sang so beautifully (as usual). Interestingly enough, he was the only singer invited. And yes there was an encore! (thanks to Peter and myself! :) ) It was a lovely night, I drank my weight in red and white... I don't think mixing wines is a good thing and that night was NO exception. But I was nervous for me, nervous for Manny. It was broadcast live on some German TV news station... Strange to have a camera and blinding light following your every move (especially when most of those moves consisted of back and forth to the wine table). Funny though, that morning I was up at 5:30a PACKING! Dust and crap in my throat, eyes and hair. At 10a it was off to Macy's to buy that traditional floor length black dress... yes and after three hours of shopping at probably one of the worst stores for customer service in the country (that's right kids, "Miracle on 34th St." More like "All of them Assholes who don't know their heads from a hole in the ground on 34th St.") I finally found "the" perfect black dress. And thank God it only took three hours! Not like I had an apartment to pack before the movers came the next morning and my flight out in the aftenoon. But again, there at the Goeths Center there was wine flowing, Manny serenading and a lot of nice ass kissing once his mouth opened. This blogger felt like the work and pain had paid off...in a BIG way! After the reception, we whisked ourselves over to NIKO's, one of our haunts...the best Greek Food NY has to offer (Next to Stelio, my father in law, of course)... mmmm I do believe we ordered yet ANOTHER bottle of wine and were able to sit outside. It was beautiful out! So warm. I had spaghetti straps and needed no coat. It was almost as if the city knew we were leaving and wanted to give us a beautiful, warm, fragrant, rare spring night that NY is so famous for... auf Wiedersehen! We will see you in, at least, two years!