Apologies in advance, friends. I’m on my fourth cup of coffee and still struggling to keep my eyes open. Birthday weekends are the best/worst. Because I don’t have the energy or focus to be a real person today, let alone a blogger, I give to you another photo essay of my weekend excursions.
In short, I crossed the High Line off my NYC Bucket List (wahooooo), drank a lot of beer and ate a lot of pretzels at The Standard Biergarten, and recovered with a Sunday brunch at the Barking Dog and dinner at the Romantic and Hubs’ where I watched them carve a very cute pumpkin.