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the return of Sunday Funday

I haven’t gone out on a Sunday in a while since it’s one of the few days I have off. I usually end up lounging on the couch but Miss Brit invited me out for brunch. I was pretty worn out from my week with Hannah but the weather was so gorgeous and the restaurant was near the hospital where I needed to get my stitches out. I figured it would be incentive for me to go to the hospital since I have been avoiding it. I was going to go before brunch but I was running late so I figured I’d go after. We went to Mercadito Cantina in East Village. I’ve never had Mexican breakfast before and I decided to branch out and order the Estrellados, eggs over easy on a corn tortilla with avocado, oaxaca cheese, bacon bits, and salsa verde. It was a flavor combination I had never tasted before and it was delicious!

Of course, it isn’t brunch without unlimited mimosas. I was hoping to have a wee buzz to calm my nerves for the hospital but I ended up being proper drunk before I knew it. The sun was still shining and I was having a fantastic time so I decided I’d go after the sun set.

Maybe we had a few too many…

We decided to go back to our friend’s apartment, hang out, and drink some rum on his rooftop. I mean how do you say no to that? On our walk over we passed a bar that Miss Brit and I had gone to years ago. It had a photo booth and we decided to make a little detour and spend an hour hamming it up in the photo booth.

Finally, we made it to the roof. (Does this view ever get old?)

And watched the sun set…(le sigh)

After the sun set we realized we were pretty hungry again and headed out to St. Marks in search of food. After browsing lots of menus we finally agreed on Cafe Orlin where we had a lovely sidewalk table and housed steak and potatoes and washed it down with bottles of red wine.

After we were fed we were refueled for more drinks. We strolled down St. Marks in search of another bar. It was just another set of shenanigans at the next bar. Some random guy offered to draw my portrait for 25 cents and I figured, why not? I sat there for an hour while this guy drew the crappiest picture I’ve ever seen. I bet him my quarter back that I could draw a better picture. I’m not sure how long this went on for but we all got into get and decided to all sit and draw at the bar. Maybe we were just drunk but it was very entertaining.

I ran into some more friends later and ended up going to another bar back in Queens until 4AM. So what was supposed to be a 2 hour brunch turned into 14 hours of drinking. Seriously, I love NYC for so many reasons and one of them is that there is a random adventure around every corner. And I love my friends who are always open for a little spontaneity and make an ordinary Sunday one of the most Fundays ever.

This bunny was drunk and ready for bed by 5AM. A Sunday well spent.

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London gifts

I haven’t been posting the past week because my girlfriend was visiting from London. I am working on a post of what we’ve been up to, but first, I wanted to share the lovely gifts she brought.

This awesome Mind the Gap mug. (I don’t know why but I just love mugs)

And these ADORABLE pj’s from Top Shop. I’m so in love with them I’ve worn them every night since.

Thank you, Hannah!

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Hannah does NY!

My good friend and possibly sister from another life is visiting from London today. We had such a blast together in Thailand and California, I can’t wait to spend the week with her. We’re planning on doing all the touristy stuff, drink loads, and catch up on some girl time…so I probably won’t be posting much in the next few days.

Hope you’re enjoying your weekend! Be back soon!

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exposed wounds

Yesterday I cut my hand on glass and had to go to the ER for stitches. I’ve avoided hospitals all of my life because 1) I don’t have insurance 2) I’m really afraid of them. I fainted minutes after I cut myself and began sobbing after I came to, a natural reaction of having a loss of control over my body. (I’ve heard that some people wet themselves and I’m glad I didn’t do that although my friend who caught me said he wouldn’t have told me if I did). My friends looked at my cut and told me I was going to need stitches. My initial fears were of the bill. I don’t have insurance and have no idea how much it would be. Then I feared the actual thought of getting stitches. All my life I’ve stuck a bandaid on things and ignored pains because I feared hospitals and their bills. (Hence my now useless knees from a long period of ignoring the pain). Had my friend not escorted me to the hospital I actually would’ve gone home and continued to change the bandaging each time it bled through.

It was quite the eventful afternoon in the ER between all the people who were waiting for their various injuries to be looked at to me bursting into tears every few minutes, overwhelmed by my fears. A homeless man walked through the waiting area and then peed on the hospital wall right in front of us. It was so disgusting yet so typical of something that would happen in NYC that we just started laughing. Then the nurse needed me to take a pregnancy test before I got my x-rays and anesthesia. After that another nurse asked if I wanted a free HIV test. I thought, my God, this could potentially turn out to be the worst day of my life! Thankfully, both tests were negative, so there was a bright side to the day.

The anesthesia might have been the worse pain I’ve ever felt. I mean, doesn’t it seem ironic that something that is supposed to numb my body causes so much pain? I fainted again, immediately after the anesthesia. After I came to, I was wheeled into another room where I could lay down while I got the stitches, which made a huge difference. I kept apologizing for being such a baby but the doctors were so accommodating and understanding, even teaching me that there was a term for what I was experiencing called Vasovagal syncope. I have been fainting at the sight of blood or experience of pain ever since I was 5. I wish it were something I could control as I am utterly useless (and more of a burden) during emergencies, but I just can’t. Alas, I was all stitched up, but I couldn’t leave without a tetnus shot.

I can’t begin to express how grateful I am that my friends were there to initially clean my wound and temporarily patch me up. My other friend stayed with me the entire day in the hospital, holding my hand and telling me funny stories to take my mind off the pain and needles. I could not have gotten through it alone.

When I got home, after all the excitement of the day, I was all alone again. I wanted nothing more than the comfort of my family to tell me that it was no big deal and I was going to be ok. Except, I couldn’t call either my mom or my brother. I miss them so much and I think all of my emotions of the day just began to surface and I began to sob uncontrollably. I know, it was such a small injury, but my mind began racing with “What ifs?” What if it were something worse and they weren’t able to be there? Or what if something happened to them? I was just reminded how fragile life is and how at any moment your day can go a completely direction than you had planned.

After a few hours of sobbing I got it out of my system. One little papercut just released all of the emotions that I had buried deep inside. I miss and love my family so much and am so grateful for my friends who have stepped in to be my stand in family.

And look…I get to wear this cool emory board on my finger for a few days…

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weekend

My weekend was pretty jam packed with fun. I had plans with Bionic (I haven’t seen her in so long!) but sadly she suddenly felt ill and had to cancel. I was sitting at the bar talking to a friend who said he had to go out to dinner with 3 married couples. I told him I knew how he felt since I’m also usually the odd number out at dinners. He was upset that his date had suddenly cancelled and I offered to join him invited myself to come along. Hey, dinner was at Wolfgang’s and I had never been. A totally last minute plan due to 2 cancellations, but the night turned out to be super fun. The steak dinner was absolutely delicious (his date was vegetarian so it would’ve just been a waste on her anyway) and we continued on after for a long night of drinking.

I was struggling to get through work on Saturday morning but had to jump on a train right after and head to Jersey for another night out with my girlfriends. Nothing a 2 hour nap on the train couldn’t fix. We met up at our favorite local martini bar to celebrate our friend, JWow’s, visit. I’m not sure if it was the company of high school friends, or if something else had gotten into us, but we were beyond immature the entire night. Sometimes it’s fantastic to behave like delinquent teenagers. After the bars closed we went on for drunk food (cheesesteak sliders mmmmm) and then belted out songs along with the radio during the drive home. I wish we were videotaped because it was the most atrocious performance. Ever. We ended the night by camping out in Carebear’s mom’s living room. Did I ever mention how much I love slumber parties?

The following morning we woke up and got breakfast together before they sent me off on the train. I swear, it doesn’t matter how much time goes in between seeing these girls, whenever I see them it just feels like, “Ah, this is home.” All is right in the world when I am with them.

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