It's another Saturday, but it's in NYC. There is a gift out there in the streets, and it's around every corner. That moment when you realize that you live in the greatest city in the world, and the only thing to do is to be with your friends. That's how it was on Saturday. The weather was on point, and in charge. Sun shining, slight wind, warm and toasty, and everyone wearing pale colors of pink, yellow, beige and smiles.
The day began at the Standard Hotel in the meat-packing district. Just a table of lovely ladies wishing one special one a happy birthday. the brunch menu was slowly reviewed, items chosen lightly and the dishes disappeared quickly. After what seemed like hours, the meal came to an end. then it was up to the roof to be rendered speechless by the decadent bar and lounge, with endless views of the hudson river - note to self - must come back at night in a black dress.
then it was down to the outside, and up the stairs to the high line, NYC's newest park. another aimless jaunt through deliberately-placed concrete blocks, careful to not get sandal heels caught in the spaces.
after talks and laughter, a float down the stairs and straight to 5th ave, for some window shopping, before heading to burlington coat factory for some real shopping.
At the end of the day, with the amber light fading behind the buildings, an early dinner, tibetan of course, spicy with just the right Sav Blanc to wash it down.
A final walk towards home, through the park and up the stairs, finally opening the door to see where we are.... remember us? your dogs... the dogs who were left behind in the hot, stifling apartment for hours while you enjoyed the first real day of spring - without us.
not cool, my person. not cool at all. i forgive you.
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