This past weekend happened to be my birthday weekend, and while I had made no major plans for it and couldn’t enjoy a bottle of wine in celebration, I don’t think I could have scripted a more perfect itinerary than what it turned out to be.
Friday night was spent here:
The Time Warner Center is arguably the cleanest, most stunning, most modern building in all of Manhattan these days. I suppose that what I love about this place is that it has all the creature comforts of suburbia that I ache for from time to time: air conditioned comfort, floors lacking in litter, shiny glass, and architectural details that are not, in fact, charmingly post-war. We had a delicious dinner here, and enjoyed pre- and post-dinner cocktails here (I enjoyed ice water, vintage 2009). It was a perfect evening, and what I most enjoyed was how genuinely wowed my guests were by our surroundings. It’s hard to impress a group of cynical, jaded New Yorkers, but the Time Warner Center has the magic!
Saturday and Sunday were hotter and more humid than an ecuadorial tribesman’s armpit, so both days were spent whiling away the hours on our boat.
Some of us waterskiied.
Some of us fished.
Others of us enjoyed splashing around in the water.
All of us had the genuine, gleeful smiles of children. Happiness, thy name is simple pleasure.
Tags: New York City life, summer
