We narrowly missed one of those $150 per person birthday celebrations where we take out someone we don't care about and split the tab - because that's how we roll in NYC. Lucky us! Still endured drinks and "good times" in Hells Kitchen. I saw too much spandex that night, thought it went out with the 90's.

Despite the crowd being "all about me" someone unselfishly offered to take our picture.

This is Michael pretending to be nice to me. Two minutes later he abandoned us to make out with a stranger he had just met. Some people will never change and you try to love them for who they are. Hmmm..