(Strat, Me, and the hubs)
We stayed at the Tribeca Grand and were upgraded to a suite. In New York terms, this means a room larger than a closet.
Not a bad view
and Champagne on arrival. This impressed me more than the upgrade. Does that mean I'm a lush?
The party was on this rooftop
where I posed for a picture
But it was really hot, as the hubs captured in this candid.
Luckily, when the sun started to go down, we got a nice breeze.
But we still had to venture inside for some a/c.
Until the sun went all the way down.
Shortly after this photo was taken, we exited the party to go on the hunt for chicken cutlet sandwiches...
Which I don't think are on the 'Italy Diet'. Come to think of it, champagne isn't either.
Boo for late night cravings, yay for Strat's birthday!