This weekend, boyfriend surprised me with a daytrip to new york. After taking the subway to the heart of the meatpacking district, we wove in and out of city blocks until coming across what appeared to be a Biergarten. Boyfriend grabbed my hand, pulling me through ping pong tables and trinken signs, through couples munching on scones and sipping hot coffee, through white marble hallways that curved into sleek hotel lobbies.
Until finally, we came across a corridor of glossy, black elevator doors. Thoroughly confused, we stepped inside and began our ascent up to the top. Turns out, boyfriend had been suavely steering us to a very specific locale:
the skybar at the standard hotel
As we entered the beautiful penthouse lounge on the uppermost floor, plush tan carpeting, cream wrap-around couches, and panoramic views of the entire city awaited us.
And so, like something out of a movie, we began our afternoon by gazing into the glistening new york city skyline, sipping mimosas, and toasting to our future. A spectacular beginning to a spectacular day.
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