Life

seaport dinner

The temperature finally dropped (15 degrees) here in NYC, a perfect day for my best friend to be visiting. I met her down at South St. Seaport, and being a Monday, it wasn’t too crowded with tourists or people taking advantage of the beautiful day. I also randomly ran into Wifey so we all got caught up over pina coladas at an outdoor bar. Then Kate and I had more wine (2 for 1!) over dinner. Kate justified another glass by saying, “It’s free.” It was such a lovely al fresco dinner, I wish we could meet up every week. Or maybe she’ll just move to NYC. : )

cat balls, drunken falls

The weather was hot and humid last week in NYC. I tried to get some work done at home but my bedroom felt like a sweat box. Even poor little Gus was so hot he was laying around the house on his back, legs spread open, trying to cool his cat balls. I made a goal that I would find a boyfriend with an air-conditioned apartment for the summer. : )

Friday night, I just couldn’t take it anymore, I needed to get out of the apartment. I went for an hour bike ride around Astoria Park and then jogged for another hour. I just couldn’t stop. Maybe I was trying to run away from the thoughts that have been troubling me. Or maybe I was trotting the extra lap to get another look at the hot guy that was jogging in the other direction. I sat and watched the sunset over the water and Manhattan skyline and felt momentarily happy as I was surrounded by all of the characters that make NY home. There was a man on a unicycle who actually fell off when he looked up at me. (I’d like to think he was distracted by my beauty).

I got home and ordered sushi and watched 20/20 with my roommate. (Such a glamorous life!). Saturday night, I was excited to have Bionic Woman spending the night at my apartment. I just love slumber parties! We headed out to a local bar where my former roommate also came to meet and just spent the night drinking and laughing. You know it’s a good night when the bar breaks out in an impromptu limbo game improvising the limbo stick with a mop. After the bar the 3 of us headed back to my apartment for a sleepover. Bionic Woman made me laugh so hard that I fell in the street and scraped my elbow.

When we got back to my place, Bionic Woman and Mr. Bello grabbed cupcakes (from my birthday! I warned them that it probably wasn’t still good but they wouldn’t listen) and beers and we headed up to my rooftop. There was a cool breeze blowing and the sun was coming up…I coulda stayed up there forever. Except I was cold and sleepy so I came back downstairs and rolled out my yoga mat (only my 2nd time using the mat and it wasn’t for exercise) and went to sleep.

Sunday morning, we woke up, sweating (!), showered, and headed off to a yummy brunch with scrambled eggs, oatmeal martinis, and pickleback shots. I was stumbling out of the bar and headed to McCarren Park in Brooklyn for the Renegade Crafts Fair. There were so many beautiful jewelry, clothing, and artwork but everything was a little pricey and I couldn’t decide what I wanted so I didn’t buy anything. All I got was this cute photo of Bionic Woman. haha.

I was exhausted from a late night and walking around all day that I needed to get home to squeeze in a nap. I was supposed to meet TA for a so called date at 8PM. I ordered some chinese take out and napped while my roommate watched 21 Jumpstreet (random right?). When I woke up, I still hadn’t heard from TA, so I assumed he was flaking, as usual. Though I’m not surprised, I am disappointed in him, but I was relieved to be able to stay in and rest. The temperature had cooled down after the rain and I grabbed a blanket and watched Avatar (finally) with my roommate. What a great ending to a really fun weekend.

PS- I loved Avatar by the way. The animation was amazing and Sam Worthington is totes the hottest. The scene where they were praying at the Holy Tree with their glowing painted bodies reminded me of being at the Full Moon parties in Thailand. haha.

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday to my beautiful sister!! I wish I could be there to celebrate with her.

It’s Complicated

I was so looking forward to escaping from the city this weekend (sometimes you just need a break) that I pushed and pummeled everyone in my path, on my way to Penn Station. I am slightly ashamed of the obscenities that I yelled but I was a girl on a mission; catching the train on time and transporting myself to the shore.

I met my girlfriends for a low key BBQ Saturday night. I had been in need of girl time for so long and it was comforting to see their beautiful faces. But to be honest, when I got back to my friend’s apartment at the end of the night, I felt more depressed than ever and just wanted to cry. We had spent a majority of the night talking about boyfriends, husbands, mortgages, and job promotions. I thought to myself, “This is not helping at all!” I was looking for an escape and only found myself being reminded of how far behind I am in life. I thought of the scene from Julie & Julia where Julie met her girlfriend’s for lunch and everyone was just going on and on about how busy they were and Julie felt like she couldn’t relate at all. I sat there listening to them over Cream Pie Martinis (mmm) feeling like the loser of the bunch.

We woke up early on Sunday morning and it was the most gorgeous day of the year I think. We spent the day at the beach with an extended group of friends. I even went in the water (!) which I never do until at least August. It was painfully cold freezing yet it felt so refreshing. Around 3, when we had enough sun (and my back was seared), we headed over to Ocean Place hotel to meet a friend who was celebrating his 50th birthday. The setting was so absolutely fantastic, palm trees, lounge chairs, reggae band, and tiki bar. We felt like we had escaped to a resort on an island. We sucked down some refreshing pina coladas and sat in the sun, listening to music. My mood was lifting already.

Early in the evening we got showered up and headed to Sallie T’s for a seafood/sushi dinner. While the food was skeptical (read: the. fucking. worst) I still had a great time with my girls. We had gotten the talks of real life that I’m not included in out of the way the night before. Now we were ready to hang out, make fun of each other, and have a good time. We drank pitchers of sangria at the Tiki Bar until they kicked us out, literally by removing all of the chairs and boarding up the bar.

Monday morning, we picked up some wraps and spent the day on the beach again. I didn’t get much sleep the night before so I was mostly in and out of sleep on my beach towel. We got pizzas for dinner and finished out the night drinking wine and watching It’s Complicated (so cute! LOVE John Krasinski).

I took a train early this morning, rejuvenated and ready to get back to the big bad city. I realized, with my girlfriends, that we’re all quite different and we’ve taken very different paths in our lives, and there will be times where we can’t relate to one another, but even still, we’re always there for each other. After spending a weekend with them, basking in their love and support, I always leave feeling like there’s nothing I can’t accomplish. My former boss used to tell me to “keep your eyes on your own paper,” meaning don’t worry about what other people are doing and just worry about yourself. I’m just the slow kid trying to graduate from the special needs class.

hello June

Oh my, is it June already? I would love for time to stop flying.