My NYC BFF Macarena planned my birthday party at our favorite of favorite restaurants: the restaurant. We had dinner just the girls in a huge table in the back, before the staff finished their shift. They joined in. We had drinks afterwards, at the bar. The lights dimmed. Macarena came into the dining room with a cake, Nico arriving just in time to join the Happy Birthday chorus. It was chocolate strawberry suspension delicious, Al had driven Macarena through Brooklyn to get that cake. We had so much fun, and it was then two days til 29.
The morning of my birthday, Nicholas came over with packaged wrapped in black and white dots from the Bloomingdales counter. I couldn’t believe it. I could not believe that inside the smallest box, which I’d opened first, was the pearl capped, silver cable bangle by David Yurman, a replica of the one I’d worn on my wrist the day we met. I’d lost it on our first date (it had been a gift from my parents; I wore it always). And now there it was, the same but new, and shining around my wrist. I beamed with delight. The best boyfriend ever. And the second package? A vintage copy of Through the Looking Glass, a clue to a post-birthday-Brooklyn-adventure.
We brunched with Macarena & Al at my favorite brunch place in Flatiron, Petite Abeille, with espressos and waffles. Afterwards, Nico and I relaxed and wandered through the used bookshops and cafés in Soho, where I bought used paperbacks before champagne at the bar at Balthazar. Our plan was for dinner at the bar at Minetta Tavern, our next move. The evening concluded with cocktails at the Raines Law Room. New York magic for Birthday 29.
Flatiron, New York City