Dinner for 3 and a "plus one"

Some nights there is no need to be in front of a step and repeat and running from place to place. There is something to be said to be the "plus one" at a small intimate dinner for four on the upper east side.

We arrive a few minutes late to his apartment to the smells of a home cooked meal being prepared. We chatted in the kitchen for a bit before sitting down to enjoy a pre-dinner cocktail and starting talking about the week that past and how crazy it was that there were no plus ones for the Valentino party. I am sure all the plus ones out there were up in arms that night. I know I was. The next day I did hear from a good source that we were all missed.

The evening could not have been more perfect. As we hopped into the cab to make our way back downtown I realized that I have met some of the most incredible people in this "plus one" world that I would not trade for anything.