Again, NYC again, you have blown me away.
Late night dancing, coffee dates, brunch dates, seafood dates, shopping, walking, smiles, jazz bands at speakeasy in china town. You have treated me well, given me a taste of the life, and made sure it was nothing less than epic.
29 going on 24. Giggling with the girls until all hours of the night. It just fit.
my adorable Spanish bald banker.
Brooklyn – a closed chapter. But a good one.
Manhattan – a different monster, but has my heart.
Brooklyn Bridge – a symbol of what is next.. So meet me in the middle.
Took a cab from carrol gardens across the Brooklyn bridge. The fare was 12 dollars. I walked down Bowery to the Doyer street. All I saw was Chinese food restaurants. I saw a line of hipsters and knew I was in the right place. I texted Frankie and told him I was there. He said he was on his way and that I should go inside and order a Dr. Ruth. The place was vintage apothecary styled. Apotheke is the name of the place.. although there is no sign out front.
Dr. Ruth was crushed strawberries, vodka, rosemary and champagne. A little heavy from my normal go to, but delicious.
The place was dimly lit and the band hadn’t started yet. I felt great in my newly purchase uniglo dress for $40 and Zara heels $50. I felt uber classy.
He found me at the bar and I wasn’t nervous at all. We ordered another drink and found a place to sit down and listen to the music. It was a 7 piece jazz band and they were tearing it up. We found the dance floor soon after and stayed there for the next 3 hours dancing and laughing. At one point we were dancing on tables and I look over and see Chelsea handler next to me. Right? The band was done and so were we. We found a bagel place in the east village and chatted the night away.
Delightful.
