perfect day. i love london, i love anguilla, i love hilton head -- but i have to say that i'm always happiest on w. 79th street-- right at home. whatever happens, the perfect day emerges from the idea that there is enough time, and that where one is in the present is where one is meant to be. my birthday last november was stunning -- so i will say this was a perfect day. the night before, halloween, we had a prix fix at the 4 seasons (in the pool room. not as ritzy as the grill room but i prefer the sound of the water to the cache) mojitos to begin and a wonderful 3 course meal in near seclusion. the place was entirely empty until the end of the meail. i had some sort of tuna tar tar first course and then a fantastic duck breast carved at the table -- and then for dessert my beloved had called ahead to order some of the legendary cotton candy with sugared violets. they brought it out with a candle. enormous. it looked like a louis quinze wig sans the model sailboat. i was THRILLED. then we walked cross town to sweeney todd -- fifth row. the theater was buzzing as it was the perfect place to be on HALLOWEEN!! i sat next to jose from SPELLING BEE -- who is quite handsome out of his cub scout drag. afterwards, we walked to the mandarin oriental and had drinks in the 35th floor lobby bar--right by the window. columbus circle has been re-done and from above reminds me of rome, so romantic. then we went outside and kissed at midnight and flagged a cab home. the next day, my actual b-day, i had a facial and message at exhale and then was treated to dinner at DANIEL (which was waaay too fussy for me) remember, i slept in a bunk bed for 5 years -- this place just didn't strike me as authentic. ***EDIT*** moguls with escorts as far as the eye could see. (instead of petit four they give out the tiny blue pill with the espresso) for a PERFECT meal i would have gone to CHANTERELLE. or TABLA. i was just wasted afterwards and went home to bed.
Mind is Mantra.
Updated On: 1/19/06 at 11:08 AM
