Love is my opioid.

I overdosed this weekend.

Saturday was a fun lovefest.

We began our 33rd year together spinning with the ebullient and driven Emily…a stellar spin instructor at Flywheel Lincoln Square.

We then had a romantic breakfast hangin’ and sweaty at Momma’s food truck on the corner of 67th and Broadway, sharing a fried egg on a poppyseed bagel.

The kids wanted to join the celebration so we partied in Central Park and we treated them to doggie creme filled Oreos.

Then my husband took me by the hand and we drifted toward the best store in the world, Bergdorf Goodman.

I love the smell of retail in the morning.

Temporarily unfulfilled, but still elated, we ventured to Barneys New York and had a lovely champagne lunch at Fred’s.

We had a great conversation with the couple next to us who live on Park Avenue in the 90’s and were flying solo, sans three teenage daughters.

Fred’s was packed. I guess every upper east sider does not summer in the Hampton’s.

Dessert was meeting Richard Beckerman in Barneys shoe salon.

Ladies, Richard is no loafer…he knows shoes and he is gracious, knowledgeable and best of all, no pressure.

Shoe salespeople can be so pushing…all smiles and compliments.

When the glass slipper does not fit, the surliness surfaces and they turn into a real heel.

He catered to all my desires and found these amazing Chloe boots in Chicago for me.

Contrary to the Beatles song, you Can Buy Me Love.

Check out Beckerman’s instagram at @barneysshoes.

He highlights what’s trending and has a killer instinct for what will fulfill all your shoe fantasies.

Satiated, we stopped by Nespresso on Madison for a pick me up and more caffeinated pods and headed home throughout Central Park to rest up for our anniversary dinner celebration.

Gussied up, we took the subway to Tribeca and experienced old world charm and service at the legendary restaurant, Bouley..

The food was fabulous.

A shout out to our incredible daughter for treating us to a memorable evening.

Our celebration was timely as Bouley will end its’ imposing reign in July. It will eventually open in a new TriBeCa location.

What a place…review on Tuesday.

I must share that I was appalled that Yankee pitcher, Tyler Clippard, was sitting across from us at Bouley.

How can Clippard enjoy a great evening after he has blown almost every game of late?!

I let him know that he better shape up. He shouldn’t be eating and drinking when he needs a serious timeout to contemplate and correct his horrendous pitching.

33 was magical…can’t wait for 34.