I have them in that I belong to a gym. I just skip them.
Why? I think it started as a rebellion against the years – fourteen years – rigorous, time-consuming dance study I did.
By high school, I averaged six classes per week, spread over the course of three days. Mostly ballet including pointe but also jazz, tap and helping with younger kids’ classes. In the month leading up to a performance, the time commitment would typically double.
1. Rode the Super Bowl Blvd toboggan. It was fun to see Times Square from that vantage point. I wish I’d had time to take more photos.
2. Attended an advance movie screening with @misshope. OK, so the movie, Non-Stop, wasn’t good but it was fun to catch up with my friend and we got free popcorn plus a beverage the size of my head! Continue reading →
The Back Room has been open since 2005 and yet still: NEW TO ME. Good enough. One of the bartenders there is hilariously obsessed with this Mew song. He played it repeatedly until the DJ took control.
While I didn’t like Back Room’s sidecar as much as Palena‘s, it was good. Then again, Palena’s sidecars are my gold standard.
Our second stop, Apothéke, is located in the heart of Chinatown. The real Chinatown as opposed to the blocks that have encroached upon Little Italy. Tiny Doyers Street, off lowerBowery, could easily have been an alley in Barcelona (if not, of course, for the Chinese signs everywhere).
At this point in my drinking night, I found Apothéke’s cocktail menu overwhelming and went with a classic Manhattan. It was tasty, but did not feature the delicious cherries it would at Bowery Hotel. I missed them. Boo.
How was your weekend?
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In advance of a work trip to Mexico (again), I went for dinner with my friends Amanda and Adrienne. I figured I’d be home by 11 pm or so.
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.