Pina Colada Culpa

Clare and I have spent a lot of time on this blog shamelessly rubbing our trip in the faces of those we love. There's a reason for this, and it's not just unadulterated spite. We miss you guys. I'm not going to pretend I would trade my studio apartment in Dupont for our current digs-- a room on the beach with a balcony overlooking the towering limestone cliffs and turquoise waves of the Andaman Sea. But I'd love a beer and a steak from the Bistro, a glass (or bottle) of wine at Veritas, a bike ride along the Potomac.

We know that we are missing things while we are over here-- birthdays, weddings, babies, wild nights on the town-- but we're thinking of you.... poolside... in paradise.

(Sorry)