Ta Ta to the Tar Tar

Spontaneity is something I love to embrace--something made especially evident by my out-of-the blue jaunt to Cape Cod for the 4th of July. This Friday, in a similar fashion, my evening erupted into awesomeness out of no where. After meeting the newly-crowned yoga extraordinaire JE, boyfriend CV, and an entire room of sickly toned arms for a celebratory happy hour at Bamboo 52, ML joined us at STK for an insanely delish meal. Compliments of the far too generous CV himself, my meal included a fig salad, seared tuna, and quite a few extra extra extra dirty martinis. And to top it off, the manager, saddened that our tuna tartar appetizer was still MIA by the time our entrees were wiped clean, brought us a complimentary dessert plattar. Hello, heaven!

From there, obligatory bar hopping followed... How's everyone holding up in this heat wave?!