Over the weekend I spent some BFF time with my girl Bethany. After dragging totes and boxes up 4 flights of steps (she just moved to NY) we were pooped and ready for our Sunday brunch date even though it was only Saturday. I swear soon enough people who know me will realize I am slow and I need at least 30 mins to wake up and 30 mins to get moving and another 30 mins to get ready. So far only my better half knows this. FINALLY we’re off to the Pink Tea Cup in West Village to meet an old model friend of mine, BJ, who now also blogs too.
I will skip all the horrible details about the Pink Tea Cup. Like our food took over an hour and a half, our grits were soupy, and the waitress kinda sucked (insert bad word here) because I had the most amazing time brunching with my girls that I completely forget about all of the above. It felt good to chat with like minded women about .. any and everything. We really didn’t want to leave. Five hours later we said our final goodbyes inside, outside, and on the corner. BUT not before our master photographer BJ took a group photo of us. Continue reading