Last night I instigated a much needed girls’ dinner with Erin, Ashley and Mahala. We all remarked that this was the perfect way to wind down our respective chaotic and stressful weeks.
Ashley suggested a little Italian place right near the office and I’m so glad she did – it was fantastic. It’s called Basso 56 and it’s on 56th (duh) between 8th and Broadway. (I can’t believe that I walk down that street nearly every day – sometimes multiple times per day – and I’ve never even seen this place before.)
Last night was fun. This morning I woke up a teeny bit dehydrated and with the tiniest headache. It’s all our waiter’s fault. Honestly, it is. When we asked for the bill, he brought us a round of limoncello instead. Which was delicious, but after martinis and a bottle of wine, it was somewhat unnecessary.
We were in the restaurant for over FOUR hours and it was such a treat to be in a restaurant in New York and not be rushed out the second you take the last bite of your entrée. (This definitely made up for the other night at the French hole-in-the-wall where tout était un disastre.)
I caught up on all my celebrity gossip (apparently Britney has REALLY bad extensions right now), talked about boys (yes, of COURSE I shared photos of Special K!), and just generally ate, drank and laughed a lot. Some of the funniest conversation had to be about Ashley’s family cat, Stinky Valdez, and Mahala’s pet from a former life, Frampton the bearded dragon. Frampton was ill as a young lizard, resulting in paralysis over one side of his body and though it’s a bit cruel, we were all almost on the floor laughing at the thought of a tiny lizard who could only walk in miniscule circles because he was like a row boat with only one oar in the water.
That’s me and the girls in the pic… and yes, that is our waiter in the middle who insisted on being IN the photo with us. After complimentary bruschetta and limoncello, how could we say no??
Ashley suggested a little Italian place right near the office and I’m so glad she did – it was fantastic. It’s called Basso 56 and it’s on 56th (duh) between 8th and Broadway. (I can’t believe that I walk down that street nearly every day – sometimes multiple times per day – and I’ve never even seen this place before.)
Last night was fun. This morning I woke up a teeny bit dehydrated and with the tiniest headache. It’s all our waiter’s fault. Honestly, it is. When we asked for the bill, he brought us a round of limoncello instead. Which was delicious, but after martinis and a bottle of wine, it was somewhat unnecessary.
We were in the restaurant for over FOUR hours and it was such a treat to be in a restaurant in New York and not be rushed out the second you take the last bite of your entrée. (This definitely made up for the other night at the French hole-in-the-wall where tout était un disastre.)
I caught up on all my celebrity gossip (apparently Britney has REALLY bad extensions right now), talked about boys (yes, of COURSE I shared photos of Special K!), and just generally ate, drank and laughed a lot. Some of the funniest conversation had to be about Ashley’s family cat, Stinky Valdez, and Mahala’s pet from a former life, Frampton the bearded dragon. Frampton was ill as a young lizard, resulting in paralysis over one side of his body and though it’s a bit cruel, we were all almost on the floor laughing at the thought of a tiny lizard who could only walk in miniscule circles because he was like a row boat with only one oar in the water.
That’s me and the girls in the pic… and yes, that is our waiter in the middle who insisted on being IN the photo with us. After complimentary bruschetta and limoncello, how could we say no??
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