Back up in the hotel room Michael had another surprise up his sleeve, he’d bought me a new dress to wear to dinner. It was a dress I’d seen on Lulu’s and was, oddly enough, called the “Big Night Out,” dress. I got dressed and unknowingly took my last selfie as a “single” lady.
For dinner Michael had made reservations at Anassa, a modern Greek place which was to die for. We ended dinner with Greek coffee and baklava, then popped over the Bemelmans Bar, part of the Carlyle Hotel, a famous bar in New York City. We saw Christine Brinkley there and apparently missed Sir Paul McCartney by 5 minutes. Dang, maybe next time, haha!
Again, floored. I couldn’t believe Michel had planned so much and that my friends were willing to drive into the city and wait in the cold to get into that brewery to celebrate with us. They’d arrived early, convinced the bouncer to let Michael and I cut the line, and reserved us all a seat.
The smug look on Michael’s face in this picture says, I just pulled off the best series of surprises ever.
We spent the night bopping around Brooklyn, getting pizza and Shelter Pizza and then going to some bar with an awesome video of Manhattan (it’s always good to know someone who lives in the city, isn’t it?)
The next morning Michael and I both had a craving for Bloody Marys, because, well, Sunday. We found a place down in the Financial District called The Growler and meet back up with friends from the night before to try out the DIY Bloody Mary bar.
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