I can barely remember what I did on Wednesday night . . . because it seems so long ago. This whole "seize the day" "carpe diem" "reclaim life" business is exhausting. I think I preferred it when I just watched TV.
On Wednesday night, my sr associate and I (I call her "ogre" teasingly) went to The Monkey Bar at 54th and Madison to sample some whiskey sours, and then proceeded to a steak house where I ate a 20 oz. steak (yes, I'm disgusting), accompanied by potato fried in goose fat (SO DELICIOUS - If only one didn't have to eat the inside of the potato and could just eat the goose fat fried exterior over and over and over and over, but I digress), spinach with cream and bacon (SO GOOD) and creamy corn. DELICIOUS.
All downed with a bottle of red wine, of course.
We then made our way to Hotel Griffou where we watched beautiful people while we drank politely from our respective cocktails.
I should have called it a night but instead traveled uptown to see Meeter and Abhi's new apartment. So in my drunken state I had to endure major apartment envy. UGH.
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which steakhouse? you and real estate lately...
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