Remember how last week I was complaining about the cold and renewing my vow to get the hell out of New York?
Well then I went and fell in love with Buffalo, of all places. In case you weren’t stalking me on social media this weekend, here’s what you missed.
Friday night, I took MegaBus up to Albany like a college kid. My bff Rachel and I went to see John Mayer (don’t hate) at the Saratoga Performing Arts Center.
Saturday, husband Thomas picked me up in Albany and, after a brief stop at Wagner vineyards by Seneca Lake, we were off to Buffalo.
Buffalo is a cool little town. I was not expecting this. We stayed at the Elmwood Village Inn and got dinner at the Pearl Street Grill, both of which were awesome.
Sunday, we went to Niagara Falls, to which I had never been. It was beautiful, obviously. We crossed over to Canada and I made Tom go on Maid of the Mist, which was the best part, in my opinion. (And then I made us re-watch Jim & Pam’s wedding from The Office because it takes place in Niagara and it’s the best wedding episode of TV ever. Literally, it’s Emmy-nominated. Go watch it.)
Oh also we went to Wegman’s and got way too much picnic food and finally used our picnic basket that we got as a wedding shower gift. (Your thank you note is on the way, Erika! …not literally.)
I was too exhausted to go out that night so Tom got us takeout from Duff’s and we crashed.
Yesterday, we got up, chatted with our B&B proprietor while eating fresh baked goods, and left. But not before stopping at Jim’s Steakout to pick up five (5) 12″ buffalo chicken subs for the road, because.
Also then we had to stop at a rest stop for an hour and a half so Tom could do his fantasy football draft while I worked on a Bocce Ballers script. Marriage.
Much love to my husband for arranging everything, because God knows I wouldn’t have gone to Buffalo of my own accord.