Posted on December 6, 2011
One of my besties turned the big two-five this weekend. We decided to have a semi-grown up brunch at a new place, as we’re all a quarter grown up. Don’t worry, we managed to turn the clock back a few years later that evening with a BYOB dinner, funfetti cake, and champagne-pregame-dancing to N’Sync. No complaints here.
We headed downtown to Peels to get our brunch on. They’re known to have some fine-tasting biscuits, so biscuits we tasted. With coffee.
No birthday would be complete without a S’Mores cupcake!
Happy Birthday to my beauteous, soon to be a Mrs.(!), friend Carrie.
If you’re in NYC, I would recommend Peels for brunch, but be sure to make a reservation! There were people overflowing into the streets waiting for tables. I said to Carrie “I feel like a celebrity, we just walked right in, in front of all those people!” “That’s why we make reservations,” she responds. Riiiight. Silly me thinking I could be considered cool for once.
No, Kathleen’s legs have not been amputated. She was just being a little kid. We’re all still kids, quarter-way there and beyond. I won’t grow up.
Happy Birthday, Carrie! I love you to the moon and back.