tell me that a day off of work consisting of long walks around the city, a delicious no-wait brunch, a kid-run lemonade stand, drinks at the standard, au revoir-ing our little nm, hitting up the high-line, a half-hour massage, many white-wine spritzers, a cookies-and-cream ice cream cake handmade by lil marlyn, downing a fresh slice of 11b pizza and gossiping with good friends on the roof on a sultry summer night… tell me that that doesn’t sound like a really, really good day.

thought so.

(us hamming it up in ye old bathroom at the standard… ie. the only place we could take a picture that day without feeling like tourists. er, can you tell it was super hot?)