…and you realize the only thing you might accomplish after your morning coffee (x2)is booking an outbound flight somewhere fun (Vegas, to be exact).
no inbound yet, but hey. at least i’m getting to Vegas. that’s the bigger part of the battle. (i really wanted to say “half” there but it isn’t half if it isn’t equal…)
and now you see what kind of Monday i’m having.
i was realllllly productive this weekend. i mean, i really committed full-throttle to everything i did.
like my girlfriend’s birthday on Friday night, which started with champagne at my apartment…
landed us for dinner and wine at Pagani in the West Village, which was really cute (aka it had wine & lights & tall wooden tables)…
and ended at Mr. H at the Mondrian SoHo, at which i’ve yet to have a bad time. such a fun spot.
that would be my dynamic birthday girl friend front-and-center, less than thrilled with the guy who thought he should photobomb our girls’ pic. ‘it’s my party and i’ll choose who’s in my pictures if i want to…”
when i finally awoke on Saturday afternoon (i told you, i committed hardddd, even to my sleeping), i bundled up in the 20 degree sunshine and ran just under 8 miles, down to Battery Park City and back along the West Side path. nothing like a good run and some fresh cold air, as this made me feel a bajillion percent better and like a decent human again.
which meant i was able to make it back out that evening, for better or for worse. :). first to my fave bar in my ‘hood, Reunion. it’s a surf bar, and as a surf-bum-dreaming, wish-i-was-a-Cali girl at heart, this place always makes me happy.
my friend is from Seattle and is insane about her Seahawks, so of course we had to go out to watch that game.
i’m pretty sure they won, so that meant we had to celebrate, which gave us the perfect reason to check out one of the speakeasies i haven’t been to that i’ve really wanted to see: Dear Irving.
ummmm….yes. yes, yes, and yessss. i want this to be my apartment. i seriously felt like i left real life and was transported into another era — like, i was suddenly living in some Great Gatsby glory of a universe. i was pretty much in awe and think i spent the whole time there exclaiming over how much i loved this place and needed to come back, like, always, and probably had to have my birthday here. i think i’d sleep here, if they’d let me.
GO HERE. i don’t care what else you do when you’re in NYC — go here. it’s perfect.
well, all that Saturday night awe clearly caught up with me, because the next thing i committed to was almost 14 hours of sleep. errrrr yep. been a hot year or so since i’ve pulled that. always nice to wake up and see it’s almost 6 o’clock…and have one of those moments where you are in such a stupor you honestly don’t know if that’s 6am on Sunday or 6pm on Monday…in which case, you’d have lost an entire day.
thankfully, it was 6pm on Sunday (phew), and i managed to get myself to the gym and sweat out a messy 5 miles on a treadmill. thank goodness i still make myself work out, because otherwise i’d have accomplished absolutely zero things on Saturday or Sunday.
i’m counting down the minutes til i get out of work today and have a good gym sesh with two of my girlfriends before watching the Bachelor and all its wonderful hideous girl drama. oh, and i’m on a juice cleanse today and tomorrow (seemed like a good idea after my weekend of all the things), so if i’m rambling, let’s just chalk it up to that, mmmmkay? 🙂
have a great Monday, friends. hope you’re killing it.
Tell me something fun from your weekend!