Ryan and I were grabbing a drink (and mussels, ohmygod the mussels) at Nico Osteria on Friday night when we realized it was exactly 3 months until our wedding. Cue a dash across the street to our standby favorite, the snagging of a table the perfect distance between the piano player and window and the ordering of bubbly and a Manhattan, respectively.
Not that we needed an excuse but saying I Do in t-minus 3 months seemed as good of an excuse as any for a little celebration.