indulging my inner upper-east sider

One of the things I love most about my relationship with Mikey is the way we've learnt to compromise on the things we disagree on. It goes a little something like this: Mikey doesn't want to do something, I want to do something = we do the thing that I want to do and Mikey just shuts up and gets on with it. Usually with the promise of beer and/or letting him watch the football in peace. 

In this particular instance, this means Mikey got dragged all the way to the Met Art Museum (a solid 55 minute walk from our hotel) for the sole reason of me getting to sit on Blair's steps. Given that he's never watched a single epsiode of Gossip Girl (ikr - blasphemous), the momentousness of the occasion was largely lost on the bloke, but credit to him for allowing me to indulge my inner upper-east sider and momentarily be the Serena to my Blair anyway. You the real MVP. 



Other NYC blog posts can be found here and here and if you wanna make me super-crazy happy you can follow along on Bloglovin. Anyway, back to the present: this Sunday I am planning on remaining in my pyjama-and-pug-slipper-combo all day long, whacking on a facemask, probably overeating, and definitely drinking gin. What are YOU doing? 

you know you love me, xoxo (be honest, you knew that was coming).

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