My mom’s best friend’s son (mouthful) had his 21st birthday at a swank catering hub in the meat packing district of NYC, so I washed away deet and got all fancied up. The spot is called the glass house for good reason. All the walls were glass, so from my white leather couch (I know), I could see both the Hudson and the New Yorker. From the balcony, the skyline park (an elevated train rail turned green) was illuminated below. After three late nights from an Outdoor Nation event, I was more than exhausted, but the views and food were well worth another late night.
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