All Good Smiths:

Will Smith

Granny Smith

Smith and Wollensky

The Smithsonian

Smithereens

Aerosmith

Blacksmith

The Smiths

....ok, now that I've gotten that out of my system...

It began as a hellish work week. I was $200 short of a bonus the night of the gym anniversary party, and I should have rolled a sleeping bag out inside the dressing room instead of coming home to sleep. A full night's rest and errands accomplished I was ready for company (ok, minus the moment when I almost passed out and imagined falling off my bike, busting my head open, and watching the bikes tumble like dominos beside me during cycling class).

Kara arrived and we enjoyed catching up, for what seemed like hours. My room mates, who hadn't been seen in 5 days made a magical appearance, Kara hopefully appreciated. Their offers of drinks and cookie dough were another attest to their rambunctious and hospitable natures.

Eventually the two of us ventured out into the night for dinner. We ate at The Smith, one of my favorite restaurants on the East side. It's a quintessential New York restaurant with black and white tile floors and pictures flanking the walls. We split a carafe of Shiraz, goat cheese ravioli, and of course....a burger! It was delicioux!