Earlier this month, the boyfriend and I took a trip to New York for one of my grad auditions. We decided to take advantage of the 3000 mile flight and spend some extra time around Connecticut and Brooklyn, his original stomping ground. Happily, I brought along a pair of silk long johns, since it was 24 degrees when we arrived. Being a native California girl, this was completely foreign to me. Isn’t it supposed to be 75 degrees in March?
Lobster Tail from Cobble Hill