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This gluten-free thing…

I woke up, filled with dread. This day had loomed in my mind like a dark cloud on a distant horizon.

I rolled out of bed and left my apartment, still wearing the clothes in which I slept. Turning the corner, I walked into Swallow Cafe and evaluated the pastry selection.

Where were the weird gluten-free pastries I had seen just last week — and turned up my nose at? Not at Swallow, apparently.

Starbucks pastries via EatAtState.com

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Things that are hard to explain to a Kenyan teenager

You may have read this list elsewhere. However, this is an edited version with new! exciting! items. OK?

Some things are hard to explain to Kenyan teenagers.

  • Skyscrapers
  • The subway
  • A dog as a pet versus one who herds cows, goats and sheep
  • A dog wearing a coat made for a dog

dog in a coat

  • Snow (which is how I ended up showing them the picture above in the first place)
  • Why I have pictures of food in my phone
  • Being child-less and husband-less
  • Not living with my parents (which is where Kenyan singles live)
  • Being an only child – polygamy is the norm, as are large families
  • Seamless.com
  • Same-sex marriage

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It’s good to be home

Although to be honest, I keep thinking about Kenya. It made a big impression on me.

But my weekend in NYC was fun. On Friday, I took a Pure Torture Barre class and later, had dinner with visiting friends.

On Saturday, I grabbed cocktails with other friends at Cafe Colette.

Cafe Colette

Delicious French fries too.

Cafe Colette

There are lots of exciting things happening in NYC this week including this and this.

How was your weekend?

NYC is just so right

What came out of me felt like someone tried to funnel Niagara Falls through a coffee straw. I swear my sphincters were screaming. It felt like my delicate starfish was a gaping maw projectile vomiting a torrential flood of toxic waste. 100% liquid. Flammable liquid. NAPALM.

I laughed hard as Genevieve gave a dramatic reading of the terrible things that happen when one eats sugar-free Haribo gummy bears. I had heard about the reviews before, but hearing them read aloud in an Australian accent by the Ford Model my friend Annie and I had just met gave the content new life.

Haribo!

Once every few minutes, Genevieve’s model friend Linde looked over from the adjacent banquette and mouthed “ARE YOU OK?” Genevieve sweetly and confidently waved her off. She appeared to be having fun with us mere mortals.

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One of my main complaints about life in DC was that I didn’t get invited to many things. I wasn’t a lobbyist, an attorney or a GS-15. An invitation to a White House Correspondents’ Dinner after party was out of reach, forget the dinner itself. If I was very, very lucky, I would get to go to the soft opening of a restaurant and get to tell my friend, the owner, what worked and what didn’t. That was the extent of it.

After a fifteen mile commute home to DC from the office in Northern Virginia – that usually took more than an hour – I often went home, plopped on my couch and thought about my stalled social life. I didn’t have the energy to go out, but I also lacked opportunities. Part of me was withering away (unfortunately that part wasn’t my thighs or butt, but I digress).

The bright side is that if not for my uninspiring social life, I might not have a blog or several Twitter accounts. So there’s that.

But here in NYC, I usually feel like anything is possible and somehow, invitations are always coming my way.

Which is how I found myself last week, not a movie premiere. Not at a club opening. Not any of these things. But at the unveiling of a menuStrip House‘s updated bar menu to be exact.

Know what? It was terrific, all of it. We ate potato truffle popovers and steakhouse bacon BLTs, and drank a stellar variation on an Old Fashioned.

Burlesque

There was a beautiful burlesque performer and an aerialist and a man juggling knives.

Knives

And in the midst of it all, there was me, sitting on a banquette while a model read me hilariously bad Amazon reviews for sugarless Haribo gummy bears. And I was loving my second chance at this NYC life.

Why can’t this weekend last longer?

After a week of miserable rain and humidity, Saturday dawned perfectly pleasant: sunny and dry.

Weather

But it wasn’t the prospect of a good hair day that had me smiling. Instead, it was the fact that the future owner of an unwanted – and very, very large – piece of furniture would soon be removed from my bedroom in the new apartment. Continue reading

How was your weekend?

My weekend started a little early with Arte Agave on Thursday.

Arte Agave

It was awesome! I hope those of you who attended had as much fun as my friends and me, enjoying margarita popsicles, terrific live music and tiny hats. Continue reading

Tequila anyone?

You know I have come to enjoy tequila. But not how.

Let’s just say it didn’t come naturally.

Until approximately five years ago, I avoided tequila completely. Why? My last experience with the spirit had come at the hand of evil, older sorority sisters. There was an initiation rite involving blindfolds, my hands tied behind my back, me on my knees and the kind of tequila college students can afford.

college

It was bad.

For years, I avoided tequila. One night, though, I was faced with a difficult choice. Continue reading

Saying goodbye to NeighborKid (and other thoughts on moving)

Last Sunday, I played apartment hallway baseball with NeighborKid. I had a minor hangover and was wearing the boot. Truthfully I just wanted to go back to bed with a pillow over my face.

But she was so happy to play that I kept pitching and she kept hitting.

After all, I’m moving soon so I won’t have many more moments like these.

NeighborKid

When I moved into this apartment, NeighborKid was two and a half years old. More baby-like than kid often. She had a sometimes challenging personality (her parents would agree!). But now, she’s fun and silly and I’ll miss her.


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