happy (end of the) weekend!

happyweekendwell, the weekend is over, and though i meant to publish this post on friday, here it is, sunday night, and i’m just going through my drafts and making it happen. alas, time simply got away from me. maybe it was the fact that both yesterday and today, the weather was positively glorious, and i simply couldn’t think of sitting at home. after what has felt like the longest winter ever, new yorkers were out in FULL FORCE today, soaking up the sunshine, dabbling in coatless outfits and sipping iced coffees like there was no tomorrow. i always forget how wonderful spring is here in new york, how the city literally comes alive again. the grass comes up greener than it did last time around, the daffodils seem to peek through the soil and wink at you on your way to work, the trees grow lush and full. and as nature reboots itself, so too do the denizens of the concrete jungle. i swear, it’s like seeing signs of spring reinvigorates our love for the city and all those who live within its borders. everyone who was out and about this weekend just seemed so darn HAPPY. there was a spring in their step. literally. oh, spring, i’m just so happy you’re here.

so, the weekend: mine was pretty low-key; highlights included a deliciously lazy brunch with some of my oldest girlfriends at edi and the wolf (bacon aioli. that’s all i’m going to say.), and a backstreet boys vs n*sync theme ride at soulcycle. i’ve got a busy few weeks coming up, so i’m trying my best to get my life in order and take it semi easy before things kick into high gear. i happily got my taxes out of the way last weekend, paid my dues (thanks, freelance gods), and now can start saving for my next adventure. i’ve got my eyes on tulum, as mentioned here, and i’m pretty sure i convinced my girlfriends to come with me over bloody marys yesterday. funny how some vodka and tomato juice can work magic like that.

speaking of vodka, i spent friday night drinking a few too many sweet tea vodkas at double wide, where i was celebrating my friend katie’s 28th birthday (god damn, we’re getting old!). katie is, like me, a HUGE fan of SVU, and her best friend amber had the genius idea to make her surprise party SVU-themed. there were life-size cardboard cutouts of liv and elliot in attendance, which was pretty much the best thing ever. or at least, it was until the bartender told us that the ACTUAL OLIVIA BENSON (okay, i know her name is mariska in real life, but you know what i mean) had been at double wide the weekend before. that’s right folks, detective benson likes to throw ’em back at double wide. if i wasn’t already a fan of the bar, lord knows i am now. if you enjoy yourself some sweet tea vodka, or are jonesing for a benson sighting, get your booty over to 12th and A. stat.

in other unrelated news, here are the things i loved this week:

a connecticut landmark purchased by mario buatta falls into disrepair. this was brought to my attention by one of my absolute favorite bloggers (and writers, actually), erin gates. this gorgeous connecticut home was purchased by revered interior decorator mario buatta, who started fixing it up only to let it fall into serious disrepair. now, according to the times, it may be torn down, and residents of the town are fighting to save it. gorgeous architecture like this is hard to come by these days – it makes me sad to think such a beautiful space could be replaced with yet another mcmansion.

james franco tried to pick up a 17 year old girl on instagram. you guys, this made me feel ALL OF THE FEELINGS. the first feeling was “ew, james franco is a dirty old man.” but that feeling was immediately replaced with, “i would so say yes if james franco hit on me on instagram.” it’s kind of disgusting how hard he goes after this girl, but i have to admit, it gave me hope that my one night celebrity stand might just come true if i show up to a performance of of mice and men. (just kidding) (sort of)

miley broke down at her boston concert while singing landslide. in college, i was a HUGE miley cyrus fan. my friend jess and i went through a phase where we (i can’t believe i’m admitting this on the internet) smoked a bowl each night after we finished our work and watched the 11pm showing of disney’s hannah montana, on which miley and her real life dad billy ray cracked ridiculous jokes and sang honky tonk country songs. mary jane or no mary jane, we could not get enough of miss miley. and when she released “see you again”… forget it. i have an insanely vivid memory of the night i first heard that song played in a bar, out in public. i lost my shit. that song, to this day, makes me so happy, as does hannah montana‘s “nobody’s perfect.” over the years, miley’s image has soured, and i can’t lie – i don’t love her new music as much as i loved the pure pop perfection of “party in the USA” – but i still consider myself a pretty diehard miley fan. weird haircuts and weird performances aside, the girl has a SERIOUS set of pipes, and when you strip away all the strange hollywood bullshit and just listen to her sing (take, for example, this cover she did of “jolene”), goosebumps ensue. not convinced? watch her singing “landslide” in boston last week. it’s incredible. if you don’t tear up a bit, you’re not human.

and with that, this human is going to start paying attention to the ACM awards (#teamtaylor), and get ready for bed. here’s to a good monday!

 

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