Easter and the Bacon Jews

I live in California now but NYC is home. Lately, meaning the whole 4.5 years I've lived on the west coast, my east coast friends have been asking, when are you coming home? My answers have been soon! Maybe in a couple months! Money's tight...I'll look at miles and figure something out! Shoot, is it fall already? Maybe in the spring!

Until tonight.

Ali said, aren't you planning a trip out here sometime? I said yeah, totally. Sometime. But I probably have to push it back. You know, because of stuff. My job, my impending short sale, my cats. You know, stuff.

Ah. Right. Stuff.

And she said well April's good, what are you doing for Easter? This year I'm doing Easter with Jews and bacon. Everything has bacon in it, and everyone is Jews. It'll be great.

Bacon-loving Jews?

It's fifteen minutes later and my Virgin America flight is booked, short sale, job and cats be damned.

Just like that. I love you New York, and I'm coming home soon for bacon and Jews.