2 things Tuesday

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ONE: write. because creative writing has, and will, always be my first love, and i neglect it to an embarrassingly high scale lately. i mustn’t do that anymore. it needs to come out. i’m determined to be more committed to this love of all loves.

if i self publish a book, y’all better get one. πŸ™‚

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TWO: double date. when you and one of the best friends meet each others’ new (best) boyfriends, it becomes the best date night out ever. this was seriously one of the most fun nights i’ve had in NYC in a long time. my little heart was just bursting with happiness to be in the company of such fabulous humans.

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we went to my two fave speakeasys, Dear Irving & Apoteke,
so i really couldn’t have asked for anything better. fave people in fave places?

fave life.

you know it’s a good night — and better friendship — when 4am finds you mirror images of each other, entirely unawares.

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the boys were pretty proud of themselves for this photo opp…and i can’t say i hate anything about it, either. kinda obsessed with this picture. #kindredspirits

Tell me something making you happy on this Tuesday.

What’s your fave mixology cocktail to order? if they have a cucumbery-clean-and-refreshing-not-sweet-lime-or-minty-concoction, you can bet i’ll order it. Apoteke has an amazingggg one of those, and i also love their kale drink (made with organic quinoa vodka!). it tastes like a green juice, and i love itttt.

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Katy Perry & a fullllll weekend of fun

i suppose that when you wake up utterly exhausted on a Monday morning and have trouble being a real human, you can look at it two ways:

1. complain about it (“ugh Monday”), or
2. chalk it up to the fact that you must have had a reallllly great weekend.

imma go with the latter. so, let’s pretend it’s a Marvelous Monday, then, shall we??

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first, let’s please take a moment to acknowledge that my girl crush absolutely killed the halftime show yesterday, did she not?! gosh, how i love Katy Perry.

photo: Getty Images

photo: Getty Images

after telling everyone i was rooting for her to win the Super Bowl when i was out on Saturday night (i fully acknowledge that i probably thought this was cuter than anyone else did, but i’m okay with that), i was thrilled with her fun, energetic performance. she can do no wrong in my eyes and i may or may not have some weird delusions that i think we really should be best friends. just saying.

but oh yeah, i’m glad the Patriots won, too. and i learned a few things about football last night from everyone else at the party, so i consider that a success. learning is fun.

some other marvelous things about my weekend:

*staycation. my friend Michelle lucked into apartment/dog sitting at this gorgeous loft in the West Village and graciously invited me to spend the weekend with her in this mansion of an NYC apartment, so that was all kinds of amazing. one of my fave touches: a gramophone and a gorgeous feather quill-and-ink accoutrement built into the granite marble top. my little writer’s heart did somersaults.

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it was such an amazing place in which to relax and call home all weekend, so i’m thankful to have had this opportunity to experience how i will never live in NYC. πŸ™‚

*workouts. i had two stellar workouts this weekend:

Saturday morning, Michelle & i went to the Planet Fitness around the corner from our pretend apartment. my workout consisted of 20 minutes of high incline/resistance on an Arc trainer, followed by about 35-40 minutes of strength/plyo, followed by 2 miles running on a treadmill. i left feeling really sweaty and gross and so happy about it.

Sunday afternoon (pre-Super Bowl festivity preparation), i ran about 7 freezing miles along the Hudson River. the first 3.5 uptown were bearable; the last 3.5 downtown were almost not. i actually considered stopping, calling my mom to cry about not being able to feel my arms and hands, and then praying they’d send a helicopter from Albany to come pick me up and wisk me home. it was seriously miserably cold, but i’m counting it as a success because i neededdddd those miles to feel like a human again after a fun and late Saturday night out!

*eat. lots of Kind bars this weekend. these two are seriously good:

Vanilla Blueberry Healthy Grains bar

vanillablueDark Chocolate Nuts & Sea Salt bar

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on Saturday night, we had a lil girls’ sushi date at Sushi Samba in the West Village. i’ve been here a few times before, and while the sushi is pretty decent, i think it’s main draw is that it’s a lively, always-busy, party sort of a restaurant with a fun atmosphere and a Latin-inspired twist on a sushi restaurant.

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we had some sort of refreshing cucumbery drink, split edamame and a roll that had a bunch of types of fish in it, and finished off with cold sake. a nice, light meal to start off our Saturday night festivities….

*drink. we ended at our new fave speakeasy, Dear Irving, of which i raved previously when i first went a few weeks back. it’s so charming and delightful and spacious and has an amazing drink menu, and the bartenders are awesome and sweet. definitely a must-go for the speakeasy seekers in NYC. we were seated in a different room this time as well, which was lovely.

o i was perfectly content curled into the corner of that darling red plush sofa on the left. this is my idea of a perfect little spot in which to tuck away on a freeeeezing Saturday night.

while waiting for our text from Dear Irving to let us know they could accommodate us, we popped downstairs to have a glass of wine at Adalya, the Mediterranean restaurant that surely cleans up on customers awaiting their turn to enter Dear Irving. it’s actually a really cute, comfortable space, and the bartenders and staff are fabulous. we had a lovely bartender who gave us our drinks on the house, and we agreed this would be a great little wine bar to make our “regular” spot in that area…not to mention that we’re going to need some place to wait every time we’re trying to get into Dear Irving. πŸ™‚

*film. i have boundless love for Robert Downey Jr, so i’ve wanted to watch The Judge for a while now. we rented it on Friday night, and it was a phenomenal movie, and much deeper and more heartfelt than i ever imagined. i really, really enjoyed it.

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*festive fun.Β  how adorable is this chocolate Rice Krispie treat football from Treat House thatΒ  friends brought to a Super Bowl party last night?! it was quite the hit.

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i haven’t been to Treat House, but i definitely want to check it out and love reading about their foundation and their partnership with Food Bank for NYC. they started as a bake sale and now run a flourishing bakery, where almost all treats are gluten free, dairy free and nut free! pretty awesome success story (and super tasty, adorable treats).

and the highlight of the Super Bowl festivities (aside from being with amazing friends, of course): my great friend/former roomie and her husband live in a beautiful corner apartment with floor-to-ceiling windows downtown, and we had a straightshot view of the Empire State Building — which flashed and changed different colors in honor of both teams every time a touchdown was made! it was sooooo cool and kept us way entertained all night. πŸ™‚

way to go, Pats!

way to go, Pats!

Tell me some highlights from your weekend!
Best Super Bowl treat at your party?
Katy Perry — yes or no? and if it’s no, then please, lie to me. πŸ™‚

when Monday comes too soon…

…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.

not-sure-workplace-ecard-someecardsmoving on…

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…

photo 1no, the flask did not actually get utilized, but for some reason i thought it needed to come out with us…

landed us for dinner and wine at Pagani in the West Village, which was really cute (aka it had wine & lights & tall wooden tables)…

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photo 5there were another 17 or so people who i didn’t know and therefore they didn’t make any of my pictures, naturally…

and ended at Mr. H at the Mondrian SoHo, at which i’ve yet to have a bad time. such a fun spot.

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photo 3photo 4that 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.

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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.

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content_dear-irving-marie-antoinette-roomthe Marie Antoinette Room

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? πŸ™‚

have a great Monday, friends. hope you’re killing it.

Tell me something fun from your weekend!