movies in manhattan

Last night, I was cuddled up on the couch in my beat-up tee shirt, watching Bachelorette reruns, when Erik suggested we head to the movies. After some hemming and hawing (on my part), we jumped on the L train into Manhattan. The humidity of the day had finally broken, and a light summer breeze ruffled my dress as we strolled, licking a tiramisu ice cream cone, through the laughing groups on the East Village sidewalks. The movie (Get Him to the Greek) was fun and silly, and we giggled over the highlights as we passed pulsating bars and drunk, yelling dudes on the way home. After such a draining week navigating dramas and deadlines, it was the perfect Saturday night.