Something about a little black dress and jewels and heels that makes me feel like a true Jackie O.
The Mejia's were our dinner companions. Such a lovely pair.
J's appetizer / beautiful charger / my crème brûlée
I could have lived in the old Hollywood glam lobby
J & Rafael inquired about The Carlyle's hotel rates.
The classic (lowest tier) could be ours for $1000 a night with the highest tier topping out at $15,000.
Pocket change, really.
My favorite part of the evening. I get to keep him.
Apparently, I was a bit like Jackie O. for the night after all.
Seems the Kennedy's would have approved of our restaurant choice.
Now, I'm off to book a room.