seven year itch

Dress: Otte; Jacket: Old Navy; Shoes: Manolo Blahnik; Clutch: Olympia Le-Tan; Sunglasses: Ray-Ban

Do I have any Seven Year Itch fans, in the house?

If you recall, the very beginning of the movie starts off with a major exodus -- NYC dwellers fleeing their hot and humid apartments for cooler temps up state or the Hamptons for the summer holiday break. Cue Marilyn Monroe, one, up until then, faithful husband and a certain, infamous white dress moment.

For the sake of this story, we can leave Marilyn out, as this has more to do with an empty New York City over this past Memorial Day Weekend. Given that I'm still getting my feet wet around these parts, I was excited to spend the long-three day weekend roaming around, what I had imagined to be a relatively quiet and less packed New York. I wasn't disappointed. 

The streets were a bit less crowded. I managed to snag tables at a few restaurants that are normally packed (hello, Mary's Fish Camp!). And the city had this gentle lull to it -- like it was sighing from the relief of a few less folks pulsing in and out of it. It's weird to think of a city as large and as bustling as New York City actually experiencing a pause button, but that's kind of what it felt like to me.

I seized the opportunity to check off a few sights from my bucket (and 30 before 30) list including, but not limited to: Finally checking out Washington and Water Streets in Dumbo (above), heading to a Yankees game, grabbing cocktails at The Jane Hotel's rooftop bar and experiencing a little white dress moment over a subway grate (only kinda kidding for that last one). 

How was your Memorial Day weekend?

Photos by Lydia Hudgens