The best friends in the world. On a perfect autumn weekend.
The ballet. Champagne and cocktails. The Dutch—twice.
Karaoke. Shopping. A walk along the High Line. Sleeping in. Spontaneous dance parties. Peeing-our-pants-laughter. Crying on each other’s shoulders—and feeling almost healed by it.
A little MC Hammer and Michael Jackson. A little more wine and bananas foster French toast.
A weekend that couldn’t have been any better.