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I can't believe it's been a year and a day since the big bash, but I can't decide if that seems too long or too short.
We decided against presents and instead splurged on dinner at Babbo. It's in a townhouse just off Washington Square Park, with an atmosphere a bit too charming for a neighborhood haunt and a bit too bustling for truly fancy-schmancy dining: in other words, perfect. We knew what we wanted to order when we walked in (thank you, internets) which may have disappointed our eager-to-answer-questions waiter. Gamely, though, he indulged us with plate after plate of exquisite things (mmmm pappardelle with chanterelles and thyme, duck tortelli, pumpkin cheesecake) and glass after glass of Italian vino. Delicious.
Today, I've been tagged by the front line of germs from G's weekend cold, so I'm working from home in hopes that pajamas, tea, and Airborne will serve as a counterattack...