I couldn’t have had a better birthday, and that was thanks to every single person on this excursion, and every little thing they did to make sure I was having the best day. I could have walked around New York City in a paper bag and been a happy if not frigid camper, but these girls (plus Jim) are phenomenal.
After bagels and coffee, we toured the vintage fashion showroom of a PR firm, which was unlike any other office space we’d visited in the sense that their brands were on display as you walked through it. I could never manage a brand, and I have the utmost respect for those who know what to do with that. I know that my major is titled PR and Advertising, but I actively shirked the PR classes at all costs and went full ad track, and as a result have only an elementary understanding of this field, so I loved hearing about the industry as an outsider looking in. Half of us gravitated toward the Chelsea markets for a little birthday lunch, and I smelled so many different sensational foods that I ended up not deciding on one and went straight for the affogato. I’m shocked I don’t do that more often because it’s a great budgeting move, and it fills you right on up and re-caffeinates you, so no regrets there. Amanda and I also capitalized on some sample plates here and there, so there you go. We walked the high line and ended up at the Empire State Building, another must-see where we utilized our free passes. I’m a little claustrophobic and prone to vertigo, but I did request that we see the top because I’m 22 and facing my fears goddammit, so the elevator ride felt kind of like the moment you wake up from a stress dream, but it was over within a minute and the fresh air was revitalizing. The wind was whippin’ and that scared the shit out of me but it was 100% worth it. Thank you to Keely, Constantina, Amanda, Molly, and Natalie for making me feel safe up there. I love you guys. One of my Prague roommates who lives an hour outside the city, Amanda, made it to dinner in Times Square on crutches, the angel. She and I made reservations for six and then twelve and then six at Dos Caminos because I was not sure how many were free for dinner. Everyone made it which was absolutely fantastic— not ideal for how the reservation finalized, but by the grace of the gods, they happened to have a table for twelve ready for use, so happy birthday to me. After we ate and drank and made merry, the waitress brought me a cocktail that made me realize my tastebuds need to be recalibrated. My first two adjectives for it were spicy and bitter, and after everyone at the table tried it, the consensus was “the sweetest drink I’ve ever had.” So, that’s rather curious to me. My little crutching child needed to wait for the elevator to get out of the restaurant, so I sent the girls to our next destination as Amanda and I waited for ten minutes before it actually activated. We did eventually make it to Haven, the rooftop bar atop a hotel three blocks away, but it was quite the struggle. A newly broken ankle on an extremely posh New Yorker makes for a dramatic three-block-walk. I’m not talking shit— she’s gonna read this and she’ll agree whole-heartedly. I’m so grateful that I got to celebrate twenty-two with all the best girls in the greatest city in the world. For everyone who asked me today if I had a great birthday, I know I already said it, but here it is in writing: it was my best yet. Thank you again. Cheers with my cabernet.
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