So here we are, it’s my last night in the city, I’ve just toured around central park after dark (don’t worry mom, I had a body guard), strolled through grand central station, basically galavanting in the streets - you would think my legs would have been Jell-O by the this point, but I was determined to finish the trip with a bang. So, I took some time to freshen up, change out of the workout clothes I’d been wearing all day*, and hit the town in search of more jazz. As it turned out, Thursday was not the best night for live jazz unless I had money to spend or the gumption to head to Brooklyn. Neither of which were sounding very appealing at 11pm on my last night in town. So back to Fat Cat we went! Jazz is so much more enjoyable when it’s shared. The music was perfection, the cover and drinks were cheap, the seating was comfortable and the company was second to none. It was the most perfect way to end an educational, inspirational, and eye opening visit to the city that never sleeps.
*Look, my vans were still soaked from the downpour, and I wasn’t about to spend the day walking about in heels. My only option was the sneakers I’d brought with the intention of running in central park. That didn't happen, but the shoes came in handy. When it comes to fashion, I commit, so with the runners came the lululemon getup. You’re just lucky I wasn’t wearing UGGs.