It's February and that means it's time for my annual "run-away-from-Maine-and-go-to-New-York-to-be-with-soul-mate-friends-to-laugh-and-remember-that-even-though-I-am-crazy-and-miserable-it-will-all-be-over-soon" retreat.

The beauty of these trips is the simplicity. The tradition. The comfort of a city I love. And the pizza. The food is really what it's about. I assure you that my trips to the Big Apple are never about clubbing or site-seeing. It's just basically about... eating. And laughing. And drinking. Probably my favorite combo.

This particular photo is from a little spot called Two Boots in Park Slope Brooklyn. Two Boots has never done us wrong. Never. The music is always great. The wait staff cracks up with us and we generally slouch into the booths for a good couple hours of nonsense.

Ahh. I just took a deep breath. We are going to make it. With pizza... I know we can get through this.