I just returned from an annual girls' weekend. It's a tradition my friend Dawn and I began a few years ago and one that we thoroughly enjoy. This year was a little different. We combined our girls' weekend with a school convention that was happening in New York City.
We stayed :: at this hotel. It couldn't have been nicer. Let's just say my friend and I are a tad squeamish when it comes to hotels and cleanliness. There may or may not have been squeals of excitement when we laid eyes on our lovely room.
We ate :: whatever we wanted and didn't feel guilty, not one little bit. It's part of girls' weekend you know.
We walked :: for hours on end, proving to ourselves that we could navigate the city (we're both a little challenged when it comes to reading maps) and taking in the beauty that's so different from our world at home.
One of us :: was over-the-top excited about the L'occitane products supplied each day at the hotel.
And the other :: was in her glory here, browsing the 182 Liberty of London prints and coming home with a few in her bag. That was me, in case you didn't know.
