Heeellllp!
My thought for the day?
Death.
The level of drunkenness I achieve while Emma is in town is really not to be compared to any ordinary night out. The thing is, I’m capable of resisting crappy drinks. If Emma is around? Emma is an oenophile. And a foodie. And a sake connoisseur. The alcohol flows when Emma is in town, but it is no ordinary alcohol. Invariably, it is some of the finest alcohol available. And in New York? That’s some damn good stuff.
I succumbed. We started at Blue Ribbon Sushi with two spectacular bottles of sake (the Mu daiginjo, a solid choice, and then the Divine Droplets, which is pricey but one of the finest sakes I’ve ever tried) and a lunch/dinner meal. I was sober enough at the beginning of this meal to tell you that Blue Ribbon merits the reputation. It’s not cheap but it’s a great, great meal, with some of the best o-toro I’ve ever had. We also tried out the ankimo, salmon “collar” (who can resist the mystery cut? not us!), and a variety of lovely sushi and sashimi. Terrific meal, and a perfect place to hit during the off-period when we had the opportunity.
It being Emma, we then… went to Balthazar for fortifying gin fizzes (excellent, cucumber-laden, will be great for summer, taunted Monique that she was not present via text), then on to the Soho Bloomingdale’s to do a power-shop for jeans. I’ve recently mentioned my new devotion to Paige. Emma, who actually has some booty, looked spectacular in a pair of Joe’s jeans, and bought those and a pair of great dark J-Brand jeans that wouldn’t have worked nearly as well on me.
Again, it being Emma, we got a round of Bellinis on their way back to the airport. Yeah. I’m going to lie down and die now. Don’t expect anything much out of me tomorrow, folks. I’m pretty sure I’m going to be out of commission. And yet? I’m still incredibly sorry she’s gone.
Fly safe, Emma!
