Arrive in New York at approximately 2:30.
At 7:00 p.m.:
Death of a Salesman.
Phillip Seymour Hoffman is flawless.
Andrew Garfield was impressive. Particularly since it was his Broadway debut.
A trip to the Garment district with Janet
A food tour with Kimmy that may or may not have involved a cookie the size of a softball and a quart of milk in the park.
A late afternoon trip to the Biennial at the Whitney Museum where this happened:
|Ricky G. and his gal pal|
A visit from Lori for the evening.
Chicken and waffles at Amy Ruth's in Harlem.
A lunch date with Valerie and Kimmy at Ruby's where I experienced the best burger of my life.
Followed quickly by this:
A cereal milk milkshake.
It's exactly what it sounds like.
It tastes exactly how you'd think it should taste:
A life-saving shopping trip with Janet where I purchased some Minnetonkas.
My feet were eternally grateful.
A much needed pedicure.
Some amazing Moroccan food for dinner.
Me. Union Square. A cool, sunny day.
Meandered around Strand for nearly 2 hours by myself.
Met up with Kimmy and headed down to Brooklyn for a perfect Easter dinner.
Some time with this little lady:
A solo trip to the 9/11 Memorial in the morning.
Some much needed time for personal reflection.
A beautiful memorial:
Indian food in midtown.
Towncar to LaGuardia.
Home by 6:45.
How was your weekend?