Rachel, in particular, went out of her way to make me feel special. Sprinkles cup cakes were baked at midnight — enough said.
There was guitar hero, brunch at the Spotted Pig, strolls in SoHo, chai, a bird pooped on Heath, old books, new books, drinks at the Art Bar, tasty appetizers, and a very special birthday dinner at the Blue Ribbon in Brooklyn. Fantastic!
And, to top it off...Heath and I got to live out our coffee shop fantasy on a rainy day in the city. We rarely get to just sit at our own cafes in Chicago, so this was a real treat. Heath wrote lectures and I finished reading "Jesus for President."
An all together fabulous trip.
4 comments:
YAY for 25!
Looove that hat you're wearing a few pictures up. Very cute!
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