Some people take a mid-winter break to go on a ski trip or to laze on a tropical beach.* I, on the other hand, am a devout, committed urbanite, who becomes terrible antsy when I’m not within easy walking distance of the nearest public transit stop.
When February seems like it will never end, I head to a warm city with good restaurants, because dining well is truly the best revenge.
And now I’m back in DC, after a short vacation in warm, tasty New Orleans.
*I’ve also heard that some people go out dancing, other people they’ve just gotta work.