“What time is your flight?” Carolyn asked me
“10:45. But…I have to check a bag”
“I know. I don’t usually check a bag but this time…I…I just grabbed the wrong suitcase. I have four of them.”
I fiddled with my wine glass and then continued.
“Recently my trips have been short ones so i have been talking my half-size wheelie bag.”
“My suitcases are usually stored like nesting dolls. I grabbed the wrong bag and it was too big to carry on. I didn’t realize until I got to security at LGA and they sent me back to Ticketing.”
My friends nodded, but unconvincingly. At this point that I realized the extent of my friends’ disapproval. I may be shunned.
My fall from travel grace is complete.
* * *
Spoiler: that didn’t happen.
Amanda arrived first and snagged a seat at the bar, texting me to say Mercadito is a “shoebox.” And she was right. To get to the bathroom, you will squeeze past the bar. But you’ll manage. You may even make a new friend.
What Mercadito lacks in size, it makes up for in flavor. And alcohol. And personality.
How was your weekend?
Brooklyn is such a big borough – NYC’s 2nd largest and most populous – that I sometimes feel bad for not exploring more. On Saturday, I saw friends and checked out new-to-me places without ever leaving BK. I loved it!
Brunch was terrific.
“Come over. I’ll make us brunch. With bacon!”
As much as I love bacon, my good friend Leslie’s offer made me shudder. I was glad the invitation came via text, not a phone chat, so I could hide my revulsion.
“I want French toast. :-(” I texted back like a spoiled brat.
How was your weekend? Here are five things I did this weekend.
1. Walked Brooklyn Flea, hoping to see what Recycled Brooklyn had on offer. Unfortunately they had next to nothing displayed. Yep, I’m still hunting for the perfect sofa table. Instead of furniture, I saw lots of overalls.
4. Watched Breaking Bad. I have been binging on the show for about three weeks now. Know how I hate when people say “I’m obsessed!”? Well, I am. My goal is to catch up in time to see the last episode or two in real time. Only problem? The series finale airs opposite the Homeland season 3 premiere.
5. Took this picture. My intent (honest) was to capture the art staring at me while I worked on blog posts but instead I captured a moment. So much to discuss, right?
It was a beautiful – and gluttonous – weekend in NYC. After a work trip that took up most of my week, I was thrilled to get home.
On Friday, we went big, starting with drinks at the Bowery Hotel. Our two bartenders were most charming.
As Candace gets ready to start grad school, I thought it would be a good time to put her in the Twitter Spotlight and wish her well on this big step.
OneChicklette: Your favorite qualities in a love interest
@candacearm: Humor, love of delicious food and someone who makes me comfortable enough to be my true self 100% of the time (have you ever tried to stifle parts of yourself for someone else??? Miserable.)
OneChicklette: Your chief characteristic (one word)
OneChicklette: What you appreciate most in your friends
@candacearm – Loyalty is rare. My friends are there for me for the good, bad and ridiculous.
OneChicklette: Your idea of happiness
@candacearm: Wine country. Wine country IS happiness.
OneChicklette: Your idea of misery
@candacearm: Hunger. I DESPISE being hungry.
OneChicklette: Your favorite fictional character Continue reading
Once. When I was five.
Actually I’m not sure if I was five or six or whatever. I just know that I was little.
One day I went up the street to play with my neighbor friend Sherry. I left empty-handed and returned with Sherry’s rosary. When I returned home, I was so excited about my new possession that I didn’t bother hiding it.
Mom, of course, marched me right back up to Sherry’s to return the rosary and apologize.
Learn from my mistake, would-be shoplifters and thieves. Hide your loot.
Why did I steal a rosary of all things? Because I wanted to be Catholic, damn it!
I am the product of a mixed marriage. My father was (is?) Catholic. My mother was raised Baptist. When they tried to get married in her Baptist church, they were denied. No Catholic church would even consider it. A United Methodist church agreed to marry them so that’s the church my mother has attended ever since.
I was raised United Methodist in a small town where most people were Catholic. When I heard that their church had kneeling and something called genuflecting, I felt cheated and definitely wanted to quit my church to become Catholic. It was all so dramatic and mysterious. I mean, some of my friends even left school early periodically for something called CCD!
While my mother scoffed at the notion of my father taking over management of my religious life*, she indulged me by buying me something I could hang from my bed like Sherry did with her rosary. I was appeased, mostly.
And I never stole again.
I can’t help but wonder, though: had Mom looked into the future and realized her daughter would eventually identify as an atheist, would she have handled the situation any differently?