Dearest boyfriend o' mine,
I know you hated Paris, je t'aime {I loved it! Didn't you, dear readers?}. But maybe you hated it because it was French... and Frenchiness can be an acquired taste for some {namely, you}.
However, New York, I Love You contains nothing Frenchy and it is playing at the theatre on 60th and 3rd this weekend.
And it is my birthday on Sunday, you know {yes, my friends, it's my birthday, but I'd like to pretend it isn't happening... for reasons I will disclose at a later date}. So, maybe you could sit through this series of romantic vignettes in the name of the city I love most?
Like I said this is a shameless plea.



















