When I was a little girl, I always wanted my birthday party at the American Museum of Natural History. (Well, that or The Rink — the roller rink in Bergenfield — where I’d feed quarters into the vending machines for neon friendship bracelets.) I figured it was about time to bring the tradition back so the museum’s where I headed for my birthday earlier this month.
After the museum, I headed over to Momufuku’s Milk Bar. What better birthday cake than crack pie and candybar pie??
And then it was on to The Dead Poet, where I got to drink for free because I share a birthday with Leo Tolstoy. I ordered the Jack Kerouac, naturally.
So thankful to all the family and friends who made my birthday special!
