On Christmas morning I woke up to this view, next to my brother who was jet lagged and had been up since 6. It was gloomy out, but 23 degrees. WHAT? We got dressed and met up with the parents in the lobby before heading out for breakfast.
It was so weird, sweating in a t-shirt and light jacket, but we embraced it. After breakfast we walked around Soho which was empty and quiet for once. We took the change of doing some Christmas shopping (for ourselves) while the shops had no lines. I was wearing a turtleneck t-shirt and jeans from Weekday, suede jacket from Mango, bag from Carin Wester and Adidas Stan Smith's.
We made our way up to West Village by lunchtime and sat down at Extra Virgin.
The fact that I live here <3 <3 <3
We walked down Bleecker Street, stopped by some shops and just wandered around a little bit. Took a family photo.
Then we made our way back to the hotel for a nap and a change of clothes.
I put on a black turtleneck, a skirt from Zara and shoes from COS. I was literally walking around like this. No tights. No jacket. ON CHRISTMAS? Global warming will kill us all. Anyways. We jumped in a cab and went uptown to a rooftop where we sat outside drinking mojitos, whiskey sours and gin tonics with a view over the Chrysler Building.
And then we walked over to Aquavit, a Swedish restaurant in Midtown that serves a classic Swedish Christmas buffet every year. Me, who haven't had any Christmas food at all this year, thought it was delicious. The others were a bit meh. We had all the food and the desserts and the traditional schnapps and it actually felt like Christmas for a short while.
When we felt like we were about to explode from all the food we rolled downtown and had one more drink at Lucky Strike before going to bed.
A very untraditional, but very nice Christmas indeed.