Saturday night brought yet another gathering in the West Village for a family meal at Chumley's. We (all 12 of us) packed into a corner booth in the way back, away from the ever-increasing crowd in the bar area. We munched on burgers (portabella for me); shepherd's pie, salads, and more. Then the gang (minus Jeanie and Uncle Phil, who retreated back to their swank room in the Hudson) went back to our place for Chocolate Mousse Cake, courtesy of the Bread and Pastry Cafe, a place that I once panned heavily (they've now won me over completely!). Then Karl, Anna, Mark, and I braved the ice and cold in the name of Saturday Night and tossed back a few at Brass Monkey on the edge of the MePa. Except for Anna landing ankle-deep in the "fake street" (grey slush camoflauged by the street light to look like pavement) with nothing but heels--and no socks--on, we managed to have a fun night out.
Early Sunday afternoon the troops regrouped for a quick tour of the Hearst Tower and the CG! Office. Then the ladies separated from the men--who went to see Breach--as we ventured down to 45th Street and Broadway for a matinee of A Chorus Line! I loved every second of the show, and am now inspired to become as fit as a Broadway dancer in my 28th year!
Later that night we had another yum meal at Arte Pasta, then retired for the evening. I met back up with the 'rents and Jeanie and Uncle Phil for a drive across the Hudson to Hoboken, where Karl showed off her beautiful-as-always apartment. Then we went to Anthony David's for a quick meal before bidding the Silver Spring folk goodbye. As they made their way down the Jersey Turnpike, Karl and I zipped back to Chelsea to see "Letters from Iwo Jima." A compelling film and an extensive history lesson all in one--can't beat that.
Could this go down as possibly the best birthday-week celebration yet? I think so! Plenty of pics to be posted tonight!
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