After a birthday-driven, cocktail-infused couple of days, my plan for the weekend was clear: LAY LOW.
Bo-ring, right? In my defense, I had social plans six days out of the previous eight.My liver isn’t 23 years old anymore. Neither is the rest of me.
First there was a gluttonous, delicious birthday dinner at Javelina – yes, the site of that hilarious NYT review. If you get there, make sure to get at least one kind of queso. I was too hungry to take pics of ours so here’s one from Instagram.
I asked my mother if she could dig up any of my childhood journals. Recently she delivered.
My eighth grade journal was apparently started as a part of a school assignment. I can tell because each entry includes a vocabulary word which I would helpfully underline. As a result, though, the entries in this journal are 1. brief and 2. not juicy. Fortunately there are more journals coming.
You’ll be glad to know that one of my key personality traits emerged early: I have been a lady of leisure since the beginning.
In my defense, by eighth grade, I was in dance classes and rehearsals at least ten hours per week. On top of that, I was relatively serious about school and involved in activities like cheerleading and piano lessons.
Give a girl the weekend to nestle in bed, OK?
Sadly, my handwriting has only deteriorated. Hooray for email!
After what felt like a long, un-fun week, I needed a weekend to recover.
How I felt this week. Via movieboozer.com
I’d post more about how hormones made me feel like a zombie with bad cramps, but I do hope to see a woman become President in my lifetime.
Unlike most weekends, I kicked off this one not with Manhattans, but with Jax.
Via Popsugar
I had a mother-daughter weekend in the DC area. A cousin got married and Mom asked me to be her date. Dad is doing pretty well, but his health ups and downs mean he’s less likely to enjoy all of the standing around a wedding reception can entail, or a four-hour car ride.
I was [mostly] happy to step in, for the chance to see relatives and to try to see old friends in DC, time permitting.
And to see my mother too, yes. So long as she didn’t comment on my weight, hairstyle, lack of boyfriend and/or failure to visit.
The wedding was lovely.
The best word for describing my weekend:
Yeah.
I had pancakes at brunch at Freemans with Adrienne. Dinner of chicken parm and pasta from Max. Pancakes again at brunch at Spring Natural Kitchen with my Kenya trip friend Caroline.
By the time I woke up Sunday morning, I had gained two of the pounds I lost during the gluten-free experiment.
My honest reaction after eight days of feeling sad about food was “Oh well.”
I’ll worry about exercise tomorrow.
Once again, NYC got a beautiful weekend after a week of less-than-stellar weather. It was gorgeous. The Linden trees are blooming.
On Friday, I made good on my promise to see Obvious Child. Adrienne joined me for a showing at Nitehawk Cinema, which I love. As Abby told me, this movie was SO great. I need to see it again. Continue reading
After a week of miserable rain and humidity, Saturday dawned perfectly pleasant: sunny and dry.
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
My weekend started a little early with Arte Agave on Thursday.
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
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