Naivete about the crowds in midtown Manhattan aside, it was a good birthday spent with a dear friend. My idea of strolling through MOMA has been postponed. However, visits to Tiffany and the windows at Bergdorf Goodman were fun and nearly overloaded my senses. Which, of course, led to a raspberry margarita.
Dinner at a down home Italian restaurant in Hoboken topped things off wonderfully. Mussels marinara, sauteed spinach, veal parmigiana with angel hair.
Splendid.
