I love love. I love The Notebook, Valentine's Day (even when sans-boyfriend), and all things gushy and sentimental. I do. Here are a few of my favorite love songs ever.
Something by the Beatles. I grew up with this song on repeat.
Stars - My Favorite Book. A new classic.
Radiohead - Creep. Not exactly a positive love song, but so perfectly high school. I remember when my boyfriend put this in his AIM profile about me. Haha, AIM profiles as an emotional outlet... those were the days.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
New York, you're perfect, so please don't change a thing.
This blog post will be a pictorial documentation of how I spent my S(f)unday.
Some quality AM workout time at Oval Fitness.
Except I hate when I'm watching something funny on TV and laugh out loud while on the treadmill, do people notice? Awkward.
I met some Texan friends C & J for brunch at LES hotspot Essex. It was kind of like a club/bar vibe, with loud music and people throwing back drinks.. but in the daytime. C said cocaine was some Essex-goers breakfast of choice, as he saw it all up in the bathroom. I guess that's New York for ya. C & J were double-fisting mimosas, but I was trying to detoxify a bit, so I just had some virgin Marys. HA! Virgin Marys, you're supposed to laugh at that. It was funny though -- they had 3 drinks at the bar while we were waiting to get seated, then we realized the $16 brunch INCLUDED 3 drinks. And I gave them mine. And somehow the waitress ended up giving us drink tickets, so by the time we were outta there, they were 8 - 9 bloody marys/mimosas deep. Hilarious.
So after that, I convinced the crunk-monkies to go next door to my FAVORITE cupcake spot, Sugar Sweet Sunshine. You can never be too full for a cupcake(!!!) And these are normal-sized, and cheap.
The rest of the afternoon was filled with street shopping in Soho, shoe stores, abusing J's Anthropolgie discount (she works for Free People, sister store), and hunting for bathrooms since C had to pee a lot.
And, as we were leaving Anthropologie, Betsey Johnson walks by! C, who saw her show at Fashion Week, started to chat her up. She was a sweetheart and nice and thanked him for his compliments and everything. So cool. I only own one article of clothes by her, and I think one piece of jewelry, but cool nonetheless.
By this time, we were all shopped out and the drunk-os were hungry again, so we stopped at Veselka in the E.V., hipster central. I got 4 sweet potato perogies. Yum.
Oh, and en route, a homeless man asked me if I was a model. I said yes. Hey, I'll take it.. even if it's coming from someone who's starving and delusional.
Only bad part of the day: S meets up with us in Union Square to go see Role Models at Regal (J's third time seeing it, C's second, my first). No dice though, it was sold out. Bummer. So I stopped at Trader Joe's for some cheap groceries for this week (since I have no food money after today), and here I am, writing this post to share with probably no one.
But it was a good day. I love New York and the spontaneous fun it provides. Where else can you leave your apartment at 11:30am with no real plans and not get home until 9?
(I was going to use one of those cheesy "I <3 NY" symbols for this picture but that was too cliche).
If only I didn't have to go to work tomorrow. I'm definitely going to start buying lottery tickets, or somehow apply for a benefactor. Do benefactors exist these days? I want one.
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This could be me!!!
The end.
Some quality AM workout time at Oval Fitness.
Except I hate when I'm watching something funny on TV and laugh out loud while on the treadmill, do people notice? Awkward.
I met some Texan friends C & J for brunch at LES hotspot Essex. It was kind of like a club/bar vibe, with loud music and people throwing back drinks.. but in the daytime. C said cocaine was some Essex-goers breakfast of choice, as he saw it all up in the bathroom. I guess that's New York for ya. C & J were double-fisting mimosas, but I was trying to detoxify a bit, so I just had some virgin Marys. HA! Virgin Marys, you're supposed to laugh at that. It was funny though -- they had 3 drinks at the bar while we were waiting to get seated, then we realized the $16 brunch INCLUDED 3 drinks. And I gave them mine. And somehow the waitress ended up giving us drink tickets, so by the time we were outta there, they were 8 - 9 bloody marys/mimosas deep. Hilarious.
So after that, I convinced the crunk-monkies to go next door to my FAVORITE cupcake spot, Sugar Sweet Sunshine. You can never be too full for a cupcake(!!!) And these are normal-sized, and cheap.
The rest of the afternoon was filled with street shopping in Soho, shoe stores, abusing J's Anthropolgie discount (she works for Free People, sister store), and hunting for bathrooms since C had to pee a lot.
And, as we were leaving Anthropologie, Betsey Johnson walks by! C, who saw her show at Fashion Week, started to chat her up. She was a sweetheart and nice and thanked him for his compliments and everything. So cool. I only own one article of clothes by her, and I think one piece of jewelry, but cool nonetheless.
By this time, we were all shopped out and the drunk-os were hungry again, so we stopped at Veselka in the E.V., hipster central. I got 4 sweet potato perogies. Yum.
Oh, and en route, a homeless man asked me if I was a model. I said yes. Hey, I'll take it.. even if it's coming from someone who's starving and delusional.
Only bad part of the day: S meets up with us in Union Square to go see Role Models at Regal (J's third time seeing it, C's second, my first). No dice though, it was sold out. Bummer. So I stopped at Trader Joe's for some cheap groceries for this week (since I have no food money after today), and here I am, writing this post to share with probably no one.
But it was a good day. I love New York and the spontaneous fun it provides. Where else can you leave your apartment at 11:30am with no real plans and not get home until 9?
(I was going to use one of those cheesy "I <3 NY" symbols for this picture but that was too cliche).
If only I didn't have to go to work tomorrow. I'm definitely going to start buying lottery tickets, or somehow apply for a benefactor. Do benefactors exist these days? I want one.
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This could be me!!!
The end.
Life is Good
So it's almost 5 in the morning and I had a revelation tonight. I really love NYC and I really love my life right now. Those statements might be mutually exclusive. For a while there, I was longing for Philadelphia but I think I have moved past the city of brother onto the healthier apple kind. I have this long standing competition with my friend Drew about what city is better - NYC or LA. I think this weekend proved my side pretty well. What city can you randomly go to a sweet ass club, have a chat with a famous rap artist, drink free greygoose, and dance your ass off until 4 in the morning with the most random group of hotness that is the typical nyc'er. Then get up to do it all over again on Saturday.
I use to think that I could never entirely grasp this city. I was wrong. My friends and I just danced Fiddlesticks into a frenzy. I realize that you might not be able to "own" the whole city but you definitely can "own" the night. And boy does NYC really allow you to divide and conquer.
A, I love your posts and I missed you dearly tonight. I posted f-book style to let you know. I'm a creep.
Iron & Wine Monday biotches.
I use to think that I could never entirely grasp this city. I was wrong. My friends and I just danced Fiddlesticks into a frenzy. I realize that you might not be able to "own" the whole city but you definitely can "own" the night. And boy does NYC really allow you to divide and conquer.
A, I love your posts and I missed you dearly tonight. I posted f-book style to let you know. I'm a creep.
Iron & Wine Monday biotches.
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