don't leave NYC

Last evening we drove, my brother, Yoshi and I, to Pennsylvania to have a birthday dinner for my sister, her husband, and my father and stepmother at a restaurant in New Hope. We had fun; my sister looked beautiful, glowing, and somewhat glittering with "bling bling." We had a fun time, but I have learned that if you really want to have good food, don't leave NYC. The restaurant, quite upscale by Pennsylvania standards, was expensive and expansive, but the food was not really good. My brother drank a lot and so I had to drive his car home. I was very tired driving, and there were times when I thought I was going to fall asleep at the wheel, but luckily Yoshi kept talking to keep me awake.