This year is really creeping up on me. I can’t believe I’m already 31.083 years old. A quiz on Facebook yesterday told me my heart was age 20, my soul was 92, and my body is 18, so there appears to be even more confusion about my age than I thought. But when hanging out with lifelong friends as I had the pleasure of doing many times this month, it doesn’t even matter how old I am.
Warm-weather Erin is the best Erin, fo’ sho’. Spending time outside puts me in an amazing mood. I love eating at restaurants out on the porches/sidewalks, drinking on rooftops, eating outside on the pier at lunch, laying out in the park, and walking home the three miles from Tribeca to Hell’s Kitchen.