Back from a whirlwind 24 hours visiting Tal for her birthday in NYC. 10 hours on the bus, 7 hours on the futon, and just enough waking hours remaining to drink some wine, eat some cupcakes, and get kicked out of a karaoke bar. I'm not sure, but I think that makes three strikes for karaoke. Ah well, perhaps it's time I set my sights on more attainable bar-centered activities. Pub trivia, anyone?
The perfect new pair of black leather boots and and a cozy and delicious pre-departure brunch were just icing on the (cup)cake(s).
Happy birthday, Tal!