6.15.12

Okay, sort of a long post with lackluster descriptions (must get to packing, must get to packing!). We did A LOT on Friday. In the morning, we had to check out of the hotel because Laney was finished with work. 

We took a cab through Times Square (see top pic!) to Greenwich Village where we were staying at Laney’s brother-in-law’s boyfriend’s apartment while they were in…..wait for it….Greece. I know. I know.

And I swear to God, my jaw dropped open when I saw this apartment. It is what mine would look like IN MY DREAMS.

There was even fresh flowers for us.

Siiiiiiiigh. So gorgeous, right down to the little cacti on the table.

From there, Laney, Alison, Lisa and I went to The Standard Grill for lunch. I made Laney walk there. Ha! She always wants to take a cab, while I want to walk.

My Pimm’s which had more cucumber than strawberry/lemon/mint.

Okay, and we just decided to go all out at lunch. Ummm, yeah.

And we all shared a lobster roll and fries as an appetizer. I mean, a few sips from the giant goblet, and we thought this sounded brilliant.

For lunch, I decided I needed some veggies, so I got a leek frittata with an arugula salad.

After lunch, we walked up along the High Line. It is so pretty up there. It used to be train tracks, but now it’s a path with just the best views.

Afterwards, we went to the MET to check out the Prada/Schiaparelli: Impossible Conversations exhibit. No pictures allowed. Here we are watching part of the video.

They went up to the rooftop bar, but I walked around the MET for a while. It’s HUGE.

I just wandered around the Impressionists wing.

Walked around the modern art section.

This was cool. It was made up of tons of tiny octagon shaped mirrors.

Oh look! I walked right by the Art of Japan exhibit.

Then I headed up to meet them at the rooftop bar with the Cloud City installation.

We were tired and hungry by this time.

On our way to dinner – we wanted Mexican! – we saw a bakery for carrot cakes. We were going to just get a piece to split, but somehow an entire cake sounded like a better plan.

Follow the carrot cake!

I don’t even remember the name of this place. Darn it! We were in Spanish Harlem. I had tacos. It was incredible.

Laney with the carrot cake in the subway. Also, on the way home, Laney’s feet got so sore in her flats that we stopped in Walgreens to buy her flipflops. She needs to convert to Naots asap.

I had actually bought magazines at Walgreens and wanted to plop on the couch to eat cake and read celebrity gossip, but Aaron had his friends over for a little soiree.

Alas, we were up until like 2 a.m. hanging out.

They all went out on the town that late, but Laney and I were soooooo tired. We couldn’t hang.

And I’m totally okay with that.