But I like it. And it looks/feels/sounds something like this:
Ignoring weather.com and clacking your heals furiously through the streets in the rain to make it to dinner on time at the Ganesvoort.
Running amuck in an extra-large version of your favorite store with your best friend, on solo shopping missions, only to come to the register with the exact same sequined tank.
Purposefully losing yourselves in, and subsequently falling in love with, the West Village.
Meeting an old friend's hubby-to-be for the first time. Seeing her face light up as she introduces him. Realizing that she truly got it right with this one.
Finding a lovely new friend who may or may not have given up a large portion of his weekend to show two gals a good time in the city, while working around your nap schedule.
Being tossed a Louis like it was a Jansport simply because "it looked fabulous" with your outfit.
Rolling out of bed and heading all the way downtown for brunch at a French cafe in Chinatown ... because you know it's best to see your favorite quirky brunette in her own fabulous world.
A 2:30 AM proposal to continue the evening, just before we get into cabs to head home. 4:30 am comes and goes...
Bagels and coffee in PJs and ponytails at 1:00 pm.
Stepping outside onto E. 25th in the early morning, about to head to the airport, and hearing the little voice in your head simply state; "this was good."
To those involved with all that I've shared above, thank you. You have earned my sincere adoration, and in the process helped me establish this whole new appreciation for the Concrete Jungle. Lots of love coming your way from Ohio as you deal with the aftermath of an unwanted visitor. (That Ms. Irene... goodness.)
xoxo
Running amuck in an extra-large version of your favorite store with your best friend, on solo shopping missions, only to come to the register with the exact same sequined tank.
Purposefully losing yourselves in, and subsequently falling in love with, the West Village.
Meeting an old friend's hubby-to-be for the first time. Seeing her face light up as she introduces him. Realizing that she truly got it right with this one.
Finding a lovely new friend who may or may not have given up a large portion of his weekend to show two gals a good time in the city, while working around your nap schedule.
Being tossed a Louis like it was a Jansport simply because "it looked fabulous" with your outfit.
Rolling out of bed and heading all the way downtown for brunch at a French cafe in Chinatown ... because you know it's best to see your favorite quirky brunette in her own fabulous world.
A 2:30 AM proposal to continue the evening, just before we get into cabs to head home. 4:30 am comes and goes...
Bagels and coffee in PJs and ponytails at 1:00 pm.
Stepping outside onto E. 25th in the early morning, about to head to the airport, and hearing the little voice in your head simply state; "this was good."
To those involved with all that I've shared above, thank you. You have earned my sincere adoration, and in the process helped me establish this whole new appreciation for the Concrete Jungle. Lots of love coming your way from Ohio as you deal with the aftermath of an unwanted visitor. (That Ms. Irene... goodness.)
xoxo
