Wednesday, June 22, 2011
After I got word that we had the final approval on our apartment, I called Amy and insisted we celebrate. We walked around the newly opened section of the High Line and hopped on over to The Standard Grill.
If you follow me on the Twitters, you already know how miserable I am due to the fact that I can't chew (& that my jaw is the size of Kanye West's post-accident. We're working on a remix called "Through The Straw".) so not only could I not have a cocktail (on antibiotics) but my dinner options were limited.
Not much of a celebration, I know.
But Standard Grill gave me simple syrup to sweeten my iced tea instead of sugar packets. It's the little things.
Isn't it always the little things?