Today on Alphabet City: Jon Paul finds something missing on his return from Mexico—Frida!
Ay caramba! Several things were seriously out of whack last night when Chef and I returned from his 40th birthday celebration in Mexico. You know something’s wrong when a plane full of South of the Border citizens gasps upon hearing the arrival temperature of 100 degrees. The ghastly remnants of our garden looked like an early sketch for Tim Burton’s next movie. Our brownstone’s lights were mysteriously dark courtesy of a blown master fuse. And to top it all off, there was no pitter-patter of little feet accompanied by a wagging tail and sloppy wet kisses to greet us. No, Frida had decided to stay at her country estate in Woodstock to beat the dog days of summer.
You’d think being from Texas that I would be accustomed to prolonged periods of heat. But there, everything is over air-conditioned—the most you’d suffer was the walk to your car from the icy entrails of Dallas’ NorthPark Mall (unless of course you valet parked). But Big Apple heat is another beast entirely requiring odd clothing combinations like a tank top when leaving the house, paired with a summer sweater for the possibly meat locker cold subway ride, finished with a cotton button down left at the office for any last minute meetings.
This morning I am running around the house getting it ready for Frida’s return. Susan says she’s like a matron from days gone by returning to her city penthouse from her country manor. No doubt, that dog has quite the life, enjoying her summer. In celebration of pampered pooches like Frida, my friends over at Loews Hotels are running a “Dog Days of Summer” photo contest—upload of a photo of your dog enjoying summer and you could win a 3-night package at any Loews Hotel in US and Canada that includes a special room service meal of “Scooby BBQ Sliders.” Even if you don’t have a photo to enter by July 11, you can vote on your favorites beginning July 12. The entries are worth a look—if at least to distract you from the heat.
Speaking of distractions, back to work. Mistress Frida arrives soon and the house is a mess. Hay dios mio.