There was a part of me that was excited to spend the 4th of July in Miami and see what it was all about but when my work schedule lends itself to travel I have to take advantage. And when Meghan said she and Sam both had the 4th off it was too good to be true.
I did everything I could have wanted to do yesterday too. I got coffee from 9th St., followed by sitting in the park with Meghan and chatting/dog watching.
Once Sam woke up we wandered around the city looking for food. After being turned away from our original destination we ended up at Bread which I had forgotten all about. I used to eat at Bread almost every day when I worked at Simple around the corner, but I haven't been back since. The food is just as good as I remember.
After lunch we stopped at whole foods to pick up another of my favorite nyc things;
for one of my favorite activities:
As the sun started to fade we made our way to the party for the evening. Suzannah's instructions were, "the doors are open, just come on in" so that's what we did. But the apt we entered didn't seem to have much of a party going on.
Apparently because it wasn't the apt throwing the party. That's right, this is just somebody random's apt in NYC that they leave completely open. We literally walked in off the street without buzzing anybody, got in the elevator, pressed "P" for the penthouse, and walked right in. Once we realized we were in a strangers apartment Meghan made us leave quickly, but I had to snap a picture before we did.
Having seen the penthouse I was disappointed to not be able to party there. I figured the apt hosting the party would probably be more modest in comparison.
I couldn't have been more wrong. It was seriously one of the largest and most unexpectedly luxurious apartments I have ever been in. We weren't really sure who at the party actually lived in the apt so I was hesitant to take too many pictures, but here are the two most important ones. This was in the corner of one of the GIANT bedrooms:
Why?! I want this! It's so Mariah!! Ugh, my envy knows no bounds.
And then if that wasn't crazy enough, when I asked where I could go to the bathroom I was directed to their powder room in the front entryway. I figured it was going to be a modest closet sized bathroom. I was, again, incorrect. It was really hard to take a picture that really shows how crazy the bathroom is but I did the best I could.
It was floor to ceiling mirrors on all four sides with all black furnishings. Even the door to the bathroom was mirrored so once you closed it you were in the epicenter of your own infinite army stretching out in every direction. And when I peed? Oh it was glorious. I could watch myself from literally every angle. And who doesn't want to do that?!
The only downside to the apt was that we didn't have any kind of view of the fireworks. At first I thought this was our only outside view:
Until Meghan finally invited me up to the roof which had a pretty incredible view of Union Square.
We could hear the fireworks, and even sometimes see them in the reflections of the windows, but it was mostly just a tease.
At least the skyline provides enough twinkling lights to satisfy. And we even left with enough time to catch a few of the fireworks from the view down 15th St.
Along with all the other stragglers who couldn't find their way to a better view. We got home and I didn't even realize but Sam ordered a pizza from what I would say is the ideal place to order a pizza from, Lombardi's. Not only is Lombardi's great because it's delicious and steeped in history, it's also another place that I used to eat at all the time when I worked at Simple. And there's nothing better after a good buzz than some nostalgic pizza. Isn't that how the saying goes?
I'm not even sure when we all went to sleep last night but it happened at some point. And now I must prepare myself for another fun nyc day before I head back south tomorrow morning. I'm going to go put my walking shoes on now!
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