The Aftermath

After a refreshing breakfast of Swedish Fish and Saltines on Saturday afternoon-ish, The Supermodel and I were ready to pound some pavement. The weather this weekend was G-O-R-G-E-O-U-S. 72, sunny and breezy, and just the sort to brush off any remaining cocktail cobwebs. The only place I really felt like I NEEDED to go to was Mood. I'm so glad that The Supermodel thought to find out their hours, because at 3:15 we realized we only had 45 minutes until their 4:00 closing time, and we were across town. Yikes! Thankfully the textiles gods were in our favor, and we walked through the doors at 3:35 and made a beeline to the printed cottons. I pulled bolt after bolt as a wonderful helper (spotted often on Project Runway) offered to cut yardage while I browsed. While I cooed at all of the beautiful fabric, The Supermodel played paparazzi and documented my visit. 25 minutes and 20 yards later, and we were off to Soho and Chinatown.

I am so proud to say that other than the fabric I didn't buy anything for myself all weekend. Instead I plunked down some change for a "Chopard" (they assured me it was real... I doubt it, but I love it nonetheless) watch for the beau and two polos for him at H&M (mmmm, pink and green). We were both feeling peaked by the time we exited H&M, so we opted to split a pretzel and down some caffeinated carbonation before traipsing back to the Upper East Side. A low key dinner was a necessity, so after a wardrobe change and freshening up we mosey-ed over to Serendipity, just a few short blocks from The Supermodel's apartment. We both chose burgers and fries and split a luscious frozen hot chocolate. We rolled out of the dollhouse-like restaurant and cozied on the couch to watch the pirated copy of Date Night we'd picked up on the sidewalks of Chinatown for $5. Other than the odd Middle Eastern subtitles encouraging us to visit a particular Website (we were too scared to actually go there... terrified we'd be linked to terrorists or some such) and the poor audio quality, we greatly enjoyed the movie before passing out early.Sunday dawned gloriously bright and sunny, and we were up early to head to the Meatpacking District to brunch at the precious Park restaurant where we met two cute girlfriends of The Supermodel. Banana bread arrived at our table as we chatted and sipped coffee (for them) and mint lemonade (for me... and utterly divine). My brunch pick? Crab Cakes Benedict... amazingly delicious... with a side of some of the yummiest potatoes I've had the pleasure of eating. Our subway ride home introduced us to two lovely junkies and a couple armed with a couch they were transporting home. Oh, New York, I love you.