And we trekked all over, as one is wont to do in New York City. We saw the High Line. The cobblestones in the Meat Packing District. The movie star-owned homes on the most perfect New York street in the West Village. We had copious Diet Cokes and a park pretzel. And some margaritas. And brunch in Brooklyn. It was a lovely weekend.
All it needed was fro-yo and manicures.