But I’m focused now. Ready to tackle stuff and add new To Dos.
1. Check out Sleep No More – accomplished!
2. Eat at Traif – achieved, more than once.
3. See the Radical Camera exhibit – missed. That will teach me to pick things with realistic deadlines. Maybe.
By the time I got back from a biz trip to DC, I was too tired to do much.
How was your weekend?
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.
I know I said I was staying put, but then the rent went up and I started looking around.
The pickings were slim, as always given that it’s NYC, but I kept looking. It seemed like a good opportunity to press RESET, perhaps lower my rent and maybe even go back to Manhattan. As I’ve said, I love Williamsburg, but the L train occasionally challenges my sanity. It would also be nice to have more friends closer to home.
I saw a few “one bedrooms” that were actually studios with a funny wall built to awkwardly break up the space. Like this.
That seems to be the trick of the moment. Years ago, before NYC realtors used the internet much for posting their listings, tricks included not telling you the apartment location and making you meet them on a nearby corner (so you wouldn’t try to see the apartment independently and avoid their broker’s fee).
Then I saw one apartment that was a possibility. Continue reading
This weekend, I celebrated being back home in Brooklyn after a few days in my home state of Pennsylvania. These were some of the least restful vacation days, but I got lots of quality time with family.
Went to dinner with my friend Amanda at Corkbuzz. We had a wine flight of rosés to acknowledge the coming end of summer. My favorite was the Bisson Portofino Ciliegiolo ’12 (Liguria). The food was hit or miss unfortunately–and pricey.
Got a much-needed haircut here and afterward, a much-much-needed passport photo which, while acceptable, I will not be posting anywhere.
Other than the fact that I got my nails done and hate the color, it was a good weekend.
What did you do?
The year was 1995. Or maybe it was 1996. Perhaps my memory is fuzzy on that detail because it’s so clear on the rest.
I was young and fresh. Sort of cute maybe, but not cosmopolitan. My Scranton roots showed. I lived in Manhattan‘s Gramercy Park neighborhood where my rent was $950 per month and my entry-level salary was $25,000 per year. I was poor but somehow unconcerned, a combination of parental subsidies and youthful bluster-slash-cluelessness.
I took a second job working part-time at the Broadway location of Equinox checking IDs for the cheaper membership as well as the extra money. Once I checked in Michael J. Fox, but didn’t realize until he had proceeded through the turnstile. It was only when his member photo popped up on my computer monitor, that I said “Oh” aloud, recognizing him. He was so little in person.
I used the little bit of Equinox cash I earned to purchase personal training sessions. Of course.
I love cheese. Wouldn’t it be fun to know more about it? I think so.
In my opinion, the funkier the cheese, the better. I’m not sure there’s a cheese I wouldn’t try.
Here in the New York metropolitan area, there are cheese making classes. But I think I just want to eat it!
These are a few of the options I’m considering:
Update: I did it! Thanks to Mollytopia, I took a great class at Murray’s.