So – I had a big weekend. And I want to make sure I tell you about all of it. I haven’t been good about relaying my adventures lately and I am going to start acting right, right now. Also, I apologize for not doing any New Yorkie things really. I didn’t go into a single department store, didn’t buy any thing that I couldn’t eat or drink, or even make it into central park. Kill me.
I flew out Wednesday night. Monday and Tuesday had been really rough days for me, as in, I had ACTUAL work to do. Wednesday I met up with Betsy in the ATL at her house because she was sweet enough to volunteer to take me to the airport, and we sped down the HOV lane to the airport to eat dinner and talk about ridiculousness. Betsy and I always have so much to say. Shocking.
I had a sort of late flight and by the time I made it to Libby and Jennifer’s new apartment at 39th and 2nd avenue – it was basically time to go to sleep. Libby had to work the next day anyway.
Thursday morning Jennifer and I hit the streets, and after a quick bagel break, we headed down to the east village (I think) to the Sunshine Cinema for an 11:45 viewing of Good Night and Good Luck. Maggie came and met us and it was a really cool place to see a movie. There were lots of old people in the theater with us. Although the movie was only an hour and a half, it was really intense, and I think if it had been any longer it would have been too long. Everyone smokes the entire movie – except George Clooney’s character. I didn’t notice this until midway through the movie, so I could be wrong, but I don’t think he lights up the whole movie. And I read somewhere that he was concerned with all the smoking, but wanted it to be historically accurate – so he put a mocking cigarette commercial in the middle of the movie to discourage people from smoking.
After the movie we walked over to Blecker Street and macked on some cupcakes at Magnolia Bakery, lazy sunday style. Jennifer and Maggie both picked on me for buying four – one to eat and three to take home. Then I almost had to body slam Jennifer out the window of her 9th floor apartment friday morning because she tried to eat the last devils food and cream cheese icing cupcake – can you imagine the nerve? After making fun of me? Gah. Beth came into town from New Haven for jennifer’s birthday – and after Magnolia we walked up to Grand Central to retrieve her from the train.
Thursday we had reservations for the Spice Market for Jennifer’s birthday – which was wednesday. I didn’t make it to dinner because I came down with a brief illness which prevented me from looking at food. Instead I had to lay in Libby’s bed and pretend that I’d never seen food in my life. I never actually got sick – but I was terribly nauseous for hours. It is amazing how homesick you can be when you are actually sick. I was very afraid I was coming down with the flu, but Friday morning I felt 100% better. Good enough to not let jennifer eat my cupcake. Well, I’m a push over, so I of course split it with her. I talk a big game.
The only thing notable thing I missed at dinner – besides the company of my friends in a swanky place, was the fact that Terri Hatcher was seated at the table next to said friends. Libby called me from the restaurant, and the conversation went something like this:
L: You are going to hate me.
C: What?
L: Terri Hatcher is sitting RIGHT NEXT TO US! AGGGHHH.
C: I don’t care at all, I’m dying.
(pause)
C: WAIT! WAIT!! Is George Clooney with her?
L: No.
C: Right, I couldn’t care less. Like I said, I’m dying.
I mean, I didn’t even know that Terri ATE food. The general consensus was that she dresses like her character on DH. Weird.
Friday morning I was feeling much better and Jennifer and I had an appoint at Bliss Spa for pedicures. It was rainy and cold when we left the apartment, which was depressing. I really wanted a manicure instead, but they wouldn’t let me drop the pedicure, so I just added a manicure for $25. Because of this, when the nail lady asked me if I wanted the "plum pretty pedicure" or the basic, I went with the basic. Jennifer, who is the biggest sucker in america, went with the plum pretty. Which was $15 extra. For special products. Which wasn’t explained. If it wasn’t so funny, it would really make me mad that they pressure you like that without explaining it to you. But I was on the look out for such behavior.
The highlight of the nail place? The little brownies and cheese and crackers that we got to eat while our nails were drying. Also, the rain ran away and the sun came out while we were inside. Beth came and met us for lunch. After lunch I went to get my hair cut from Maggie and Brandt’s hair stylist and since I hadn’t had my hair cut since August, I was pretty excited. Overall, I like the haircut and the salon experience was fairly painless.
After the haircut, I went and saw Maggie at work. She works at Scully and Scully. I walked straight up Park Avenue, and as I was walking I had to seriously shed layers. Because it was 68 degrees outside. And before I realized how hot it was – I bought a coffee because I was getting tired, and while taking my last sip I spilt coffee all over my white tank top. So when I got to Scully and Scully, I was sweating, so I didn’t want to put my hoodie back on, but I had to because I had coffee ALL over me. Classy, I know. At least my hair looked good.
Libby wasn’t doing anything at work, so when I left Scully and Scully I headed over to OMD and got to meet Dennis, and see libby’s office again, and re-meet Nick. It was fun. They have lots of toys at Libby’s office. Lots of posters and stuff.
Once work was done, Libby and I went over to Steve’s apartment – the Nook, ate some pizza, and played an excellent game of quarters with Steve and Russ. I haven’t seen Russ in YEARS – so it was fun. Libby and Steve also made an excellent music video that I will post if I can figure out how to do it.
Lauren Owens was in New Jersey last week for training, and came into the city for friday night, so we had quite a crowd. We ate dinner at an irish pub place, jennifer, steve, paul (steve’s roomie), libby, lauren, beth, and noah. Libby, Steve and I were a little ahead of everyone else’s drinking, but everyone made a valiant effort to catch up. The night took us to the lower east side. In the bar – The Living Room – Lauren and Steve got us kicked upstairs for dancing. I initially thought the bouncer was yelling at Lauren for doing a backbend and basically laying on the floor, but it was much simpler than that, he was just telling her not to dance downstairs.
Upstairs, more backbends ensued and I did a handstand. Steve killed me in Ms. Pac Man while we discussed life and relationships and why we suck at them. It isn’t us, it is everyone else. I think we finally made it home around 3:30, after some more pizza.
Saturday morning we didn’t have any plans, and I threw a fit to go to Sara Beth’s for brunch, and everyone happily obliged my whim. Maggie and Brandt met us for brunch so again it was a great group. It was raining again Saturday afternoon. Jennifer went back to the apartment with Beth and Lauren, because they were both leaving, and Libby, Steve and I met up with Emily Wolf. We considered going to the Natural History Museum, but decided it would be more fun to go bowling. I think bowling is a great rainy saturday afternoon activity, so, we headed to Bowlmor.
Let me tell you how much fun we had bowling. So. Much. Fun. Let’s just say I broke 100 two games in a row. My first game I bowled two strikes in the last frame and then I came so close to a third strike, but left one pin. GAHHH. My third game was less than impressive. I attribute this to the fact that at 6 pm, at the beginning of game 3, the lanes went cosmic. But maybe the beer was starting to hurt me. Emily and Noah bowled the last game with us, and by that time Jennifer was back from seeing Beth and Lauren off, so we were back to being one big happy.
I was starving by the end of bowling, and so was Libby, because Steve refused to let us order food while we were bowling. He thought it was a great way to catch a disease – eating while bowling. So Noah suggested the place next door – the Reservoir, which, after you adjusted to the strange smell, ended up having spectacular food. One of the best hamburgers I’ve ever eaten.
(to be continued…..)
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