My Jersey Boy.

I love him. He navigates me through the streets of Manhattan with ease. He only has mild road rage towards the crazy NYC taxi drivers, and he is a first- rate parallel parker.

My Jersey boy drove us all the way to Queens (which in a car wasn't bad at all) so we could go to a Romanian restaurant, which was fabulous. Everyone there was Romanian and spoke to us in Romanian. And even though he doesn't like it, he still drank Borsec mineral water with me, because no Romanian meal is complete without mineral water!

He also read my mind and suggested we drive down through Brooklyn so I could see/go over the Brooklyn Bridge. I really wanted to do it, but I didn't ask because I guess I felt silly asking to take a big detour just so I could drive over a bridge. But then he suggested it anyway. Oh, it is love!

And let's not forget another reason why I love my boy: he buys me diamonds!!

So that was my weekend. It was fun, and it sure was cold. Now back to school. Yay.

Love, Annie