Evening out in the city. Ate at Dhaba in Curry Hill (cute name for a region of the city). Walked around. Ended up in Macy's for a bathroom run. Train home. Ferry. Light and easy night. Turned out better than we expected..."I hope this plan works." And it did.
At the original restaurant we were planning for, I told Ira to make the reservations but he couldn't get through, so he asked me to call and they said they were booked. Apparently, (Ira and I both didn't know this) Patrick called, too and he couldn't get a reservation. BUT imagine we all managed to snag a spot at the restaurant, we would've arranged 2-3 reservations. LOL miscommunication.












