I've spent this whole week in Manhattan and it has been a very busy one. There have been dinners and parties to go to, classes to attend and an apartment that still hasn't been completely cleaned, despite the impending arrival of my 1-year-old nephew tomorrow. When The Kid arrives so will my brother Rob and every other Millard within a 10-block radius. I really need to wash the kitchen floor.
That said, I went out to dinner last night with Cara and Jill. Against my better judgement, I suggested a place in Murray Hill. The restaurant, a sushi joint named Maxie, was great. Afterwards we got drinks at Tonic and got to watch all the young and eager hedge fund guys watch football games on the large screen TVs. Murray Hill, for all its flaws, certainly knows how to party. When we left at 10:30 PM the place was filling up, and with people that appeared to have real jobs. I can't knock that hustle.
OK, back to work. Maybe I'll have some new photos this weekend.
