I left L.A. early Friday morning and landed at JFK airport in New York that same afternoon.

Saying so long to the Pacific Ocean and hello to the Atlantic all in one weekend doesn’t even begin to describe my whirlwind of a break — not to mention dropping from 65 degrees to 16 in five hours.

One of my best friends from high school is a sophomore at West Point who invited me to attend a banquet for the sophomore class.  A little nervous over whether my arthritis would hold up between the temperature change, high heels, and the constant walking of The City, it ended up being an amazing weekend.

Friday night, the group of six went ice skating in Rockefeller Center and hit up the town.  Saturday, the group of six army football players and three dates took a tour of the Military Academy and got ready for the banquet.

One of my best friends from high school is a sophomore at West Point who invited me to attend a banquet for the sophomore class.  A little nervous over whether my arthritis would hold up between the temperature change, high heels, and the constant walking of The City, it ended up being an amazing weekend.

It was a beautifully prepared meal and the speaker was amazing.  After dinner, we had lots of fun at the dance. Making it back into the city around one in the morning, someone had the brilliant idea of getting New York City hot dogs in Times Square.  At 3 a.m.

The adventures of pulling nearly two all-nighters in the row left me sleeping the whole way back to L.A.

My parents’ reaction to my weekend of craziness:  You are nuts.

My response?  Well, you only live once, right?