The ultimate candy store

I was here. And I bought...nothing!

So proud of myself.

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I went to NYC so I could sleep in that bed

Yes. I took a picture of a bed. But it is a GREAT bed.

Just got back from spending 24 hours in NYC. There was to be a client-and-team meet and greet this morning but due to the client not being a very nice person with whom we could work effectively, the whole contract was abruptly scraped and the meeting cancelled.

But I couldn't cancel the train tickets and hotel room I had already booked, so rather than let them go to waste, I went to NYC anyway, if only to sleep in that heavenly bed. Yummmmmmmmyyyy.  I could die in that bed. It is really like sleeping on a cloud. Or on the plush bosom of a gigantic, warm hen.

I set my alarm earlier than I needed to this morning, just so I could wake up and have the pleasure of remembering where I was sleeping, and could afford to stay in it a little longer by turning over and sinking my face into a new part of the pillow, and nestle back down into the soft sheets, so cool and plump and airy. Mmmmmm, so decadent. If I could dream up a perfect, most decadent scenario it would be to get a pedi/manicure on that bed, then be served kobe steak on that bed, to be followed with warm apple crisp on that bed, then knit thick cashmere socks on that bed, a glass of warm shiraz and a cat within reach, and a roaring fire in front while all the windows are open and a crisp fall breeze blows though.

I love that bed.

I had drinks and dinner last night with Kitty and her boyfriend. That was another nice reason to go too, heh. We had drinks at Pegu (yummy Whiskey Smash, which is their version of the mint julep) and dinner at Public, both in SoHo.

Thank you all for your comments regarding our "legal issue." But hopefully with the help of the deputy sheriff, it will continue to be a non-issue. I'm going to send him a basket of doughnuts!

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NYC

Despite the fact I hated to turn 1000, I had the BEST freaking birthday ever in NYC. I love you NYC! Thank you MTA for not striking until the morning we left!

Sunday:
Got into town after the easiest 3.5 hour drive.

Drinks at Pegu (holy crap yum and holy crap it's expensive) with college friends, then walked over for dinner at 24 Prince, a new joint that opened a few months ago specializing in "comfort food" with a "twist." The place was packed. For the price and location the food was great.

For old times sake, Nick reunited me with a flaming shot of Sambuca at the end of the meal. As freshmen in college we used to drink Sambuca like water. Like thick, viscous, licorice water. WHY? Because it was there. We have never had it since. It is still as disgusting as ever.

Monday:
Happy birthday to meeeee.

First stop, Kinokuniya, across from the Rockefeller. The tree looked pretty sad, people. All branches all wilted and cold. Sadly I didn't find any knitting books of interest. I did come away with a book of 1000 stitches and patterns, so not all was lost.

Then we walked across the street to the Top of the Rock. We decided this visit to the city would include cheesy touristy activities. It was a lovely view from the top.

Afterwards, we walked a few blocks to the Buttercup Bake Shop, spinoff of the Magnolia Bakery, and had ourselves a few cupcakes.

And then, the highlight of the entire bloody weekend, a surprise stop at Tiffany & Co.! Little blue box, be mine! Look at me, I'm Holly Golightly, tra la la la la la!

We were there for a whole of 10 minutes. It was the most fun 10 minutes I've ever had. Ever. 

5 minutes was spent navigating the huge crowd. Another 2 minutes it took locating my object of desire (which has been imprinted in my mind's eye for the last four years at least), then 10 seconds allotted for thoughtful consideration of whether or not I really needed the object once found (yes), and then the remaining 2 min 50 seconds to purchase and patiently watch it boxed (oh that eggshell blue!) and ribboned (red for Christmas!).

Afterwards we skipped out the door and down 5th Ave and I was as high as a kite.

Then we had a fantastic French dinner at Gascogne, with my new bling settled around my neck. The cassoulet was mmmmmm. After a few bites, your lips are coated with a film of fat that gets thicker and thicker with each bite.

Everything was perfect.

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