It’s been a while since I’ve been in FoodFash mode. I’ve made a conscious effort lately to blog less and accept social invitations more. And last week, launched by a boat ride and the arrival of Lucy X and Ryan, I decided to take the week off.
We were inseparable for seven days straight. Lunches, dinners, night swims, Blues on the Green.
Brunches and brunchy cocktails.
Rooftop chats and BBQs.
East Side late nights and festive cocktails.
A couple of planless kids running around the city and stumbling into fun, we quickly deemed our spontaneous seven days together as “Summer Camp”. And even though my voice is gone, my to-do list is long, and I already miss these memories like crazy – these seven days might have been of the most favorite seven days that my memory can recall.