Every year, just as the winter doldrums seem to set in, Erin has a birthday that makes everyone put on their party pants. You may remember the year we all went to Benihana, or even the strange, Jenga-inspired evening in 2006.
This year's frigid festivities were at El Cantinero, the restaurant Sex And The City made famous in the episide about Carrie's 35th birthday.
Since we were such a large group, they put us on the porch, which had no heat. That didn't stop us from enjoying the margs.
The cast of thousands that came out for the evening. And the check totally worked out!
With the birthday gal.
My Mexicali outfit. The skirt is H&M circa 2002.
Jen et moi. Have you bought her books yet?
Ole, indeed.
Many furry creatures died to make this coat -- and I approve.
Yet another nail salon opened in Murray Hill, with probably the best name ever.
On Sunday, I ran a four mile race in Central Park in 37:38. Nothing like near-freezing temperatures to push you along. That's Carey, on the left. She finished in 33 minutes, because she is a speed demon. (And a fellow Norwalker!)
