On Christmas Eve we, and every other tourist family in town with a child, went to see Christmas Spectacular at Radio City Music Hall and although I’m not six, I enjoyed it too much. It was super cute and very Christmas Eve appropriate. We then went to Alfredo’s, one of my fave Italian restaurants ever, and I mauled a Fettuccine Alfredo (standard).
On Christmas Day, I was hit on in church. Yes, you read that right: I was hit on, in mass, on Christmas Day, in church. These guys moved to sit behind me and my unimpressed parents, then they PASSED ME A NOTE (painfully juvenile, I know). One of the guys looked like a knock-off Chief Keef (so it was obvs a no from the beginning) – not my best Christmas present…
After present openings, we went to Clement at The Peninsula hotel for Christmas lunch – super tasty. My Christmas lunch look was sweater and bandage skirt combo, which I love because you get the fitted silhouette ’round the booty which is offset by the unfitted sweater turning the sexy down a little, but still making you look bomb.
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On the opposite end of the spectrum, when you’ve failed to book anywhere for dinner on Christmas Day you really only have one place to go – McDonalds. As it turn out, McDonalds is a popular spot on Jesus’ birthday. As I was walking back the the hotel with everyone’s orders I found a prostitute swaying in her six inch heels with her chihuahua in tow – I almost wanted to be like ‘YASS GIRL WERQ’ then I realised she was very obviously on drugs so I was more like ‘gurl you gotta get you some help…’. And on that note: Christmas Day in New York!
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