birthday, beer, and an attempt to take down my bucket list
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.
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the Hubs
I think brunch this weekend was the very first time I saw a virgin bloody mary… extremely responsible.