Labor Day weekend. A traditional time for families to gather around a grill, enjoy a few days at the beach, celebrate the twilight days of summer. For the tax accountant who does compliance work in any way, shape, or form...Labor Day doesn't exactly bring on those warm fuzzies. For the last four years I've spent Labor Day weekend toiling away at the office, busting through all kinds of tax returns in order to meet that 9/15 deadline. Well, not this year, folks. Part of this D.C. gig involves a slightly less ridiculous schedule, and not only did I actually not work on Labor Day...I also took off the entire Friday before. And work buddy Dana and I left Pdub early on Thursday to get a jump on traffic as we headed to New York City for the long, long weekend. I mean, rush hour on the Beltway? No one wants to deal with that. Ever. Look at how free and clear our path is! Woohoo!
Now, growing up in NYC, as Dana did...albeit Queens, which is actually far more neighborhoody and suburbany than one might expect given that midtown Manhattan is what comes to mind when you think of NYC...affords you a lot of opportunities. However, you do miss out on certain experiences. Certain life-changing experiences such as dining at one of America's finest culinary institutions...Chick-fil-A. I mean, how has this girl never experienced the joy of a boneless breast of chicken seasoned to perfection, hand-breaded, pressure-cooked in peanut oil and served on a toasted, buttered bun with dill pickle chips? And I can't take any credit for that description...all courtesy of the Chick-fil-A website. Of course, this should be accompanied by waffle fries, plenty of ketchup/honey mustard, and the Coke beverage product of your choice. Well, I knew I had to remedy this situation, so I mapped every Chick-fil-A between DC and NYC so we could take full advantage of the situation. Let me just say that it lived up to all of my hype. Yeah, and we had brownies, too. Please note the "I ♥ Chick-fil-A" sticker Dana's sporting. Mission accomplished. Remainder of somewhat-longish road trip spent discovering just how differently we grew up, rocking out to random dance mixes on 87.7 (much to Dana's delight), and anticipating the joys our weekend would hold.