On my Spring 2015 pilgrimage to NYC, I had the best intentions of artfully documenting all of our cultural excursions with a few pics of the cocktails thrown in for good measure. And, indeed, I thought I was doing this. However, in reviewing my photos when I returned home, I discovered my documentation was heavy on the cocktails, light on the culture. So, you will just have to take me at my word that Jacob Lawrence’s The Migration Series at the MoMa was mind-blowing and Wendy Wasserstein’s “The Heidi Chronicles” is still relevant to women today, because I have no photographic evidence to share.
What my photos did reflect was what a super-fun – might I even say, rockstar – time I had with my two wonderful friends, Aimee and Kiki and their fantastic spouses, German and Scott. So, this edition of the CCC is a tribute to the good friends who love us in spite of ourselves!
Our fun started at the Baccarat Hotel aka The CCC’s Heaven. I have never been in such opulence while being treated with such loving kindness. I am not kidding. The Baccarat staff really IS happy to see you and they really DO care that you have a good time. By the time we left, I wanted to hug everyone.
After several hours of luxuriating at the Baccarat, Kiki and I headed out to meet our dear friend, Aimee, at the theater for The Heidi Chronicles. When this wonderful show was over we went to (guess what?) another bar!
After The Lambs Club, it was time for a rest and then preparations for our night out on the town. And yes, of course, some champagne.
Feeling relaxed and refreshed, we headed out to meet Aimee and German at The Conrad, our home away from home for the evening.
After drinks and snacks at the Conrad, German brought us to the dance club, Gonzalez y Gonzalez. I was fearful that my terrible dancing would make everyone run away. Happily, I could get lost in the crush of super coordinated Latin dancers and quietly do my “Tall Woman Dance”, as Kiki once called it, against a wall. (Oh, and yes, margaritas were drunk. Tequila shots were done.)
It’s true the next day, we were not at our best. The pounding head and upset tum were worth it given all the fun we had the night before – when do you ever say that about a hangover? Fresh air would be our cure. We headed to the New York Botanical Gardens for healing natural beauty. If you have never been, the gardens are really a must see – anytime of year.
Thank you wonderful friends for the happy memories! May there be many more tributes to you in the future!