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Jun. 1st, 2010
* There is nothing happier in life than clean sheets, clean duvet cover, and all my clothes put away.
* James and I checked out a new coffeehouse in Westfield called Rockn Joe's which had nom waffles. We had a nice writing date there and then went to Trader Joe's (. . .lots of Joes in Westfield) to get stuff for dinner with Jow - mushroom turnovers, mushroom risotto, chicken sausage/veggie chicken nuggets and tri-fruit ice pops.
* Sat was pretty awesome with B., her sister A. and G. (the other bridesmaid) in NYC*. We went to see Momix which was a really amazing modern dance show.
* Pre-show, I got to feel super posh sitting at a bar of a french restaurant, drinking a mimosa and reading a Vogue while the hot bartender flirted with me.
* Making things even better, it was fleet week! So we were (playfully) catcalling to all the men in uniform (didn't see women or I would have done the same), all "Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii boys!". (a) They all looked dashing in their uniforms (b) if they're willing to get shot at for me, the least I can do is tell them they look cute.
* Onto a hipster bar in the meat packing district! Crammed with "the beautiful people" as A. says (not her preferred venue per se but she likes to try to give B. a really rounded view of things and tries to take her all over the place for food, theater, and drinks), we were at an outdoor beer garden. It was super nice out so a good day for it. I thought I wanted to run with the beautiful people on occasion like "gaycation" (beaucation?) (what? I watch a lot of gossipgirl), but being there with pouncy d-bags loudly naming dropping Bagatelle and spending $500 on a bar bill and blahblahblah models. I wanted to go to Bagatelle because they party at the time of day I like to party (noonish on Sundays) but when I realized who goes, maybe not. It makes me realize I like watching it on the tv but when confronted with these d-bags in person, not so much acktually. Because if you're dropping $500 on a bar bill, you either have it to drop and would (most likely) never say it if you were brought up with any class, so whatever or you don't have it and you're trying to impress people. OMG, d-bag! That is so *fucking* awesome you spent half your rent on booze in one go! We must mate immediately! Your genetic code *must* be carried on! Regardless. It was a nice place and inside was gorg, I watched them cut proscutto off the leg and eyed their massive amounts of oysters (Jow said he was glad I didn't insist on living there, dying of some kind of oyster/proscutto poisoning) and watched some people basically put their faces into a huge (like 2x the size of a "fishbowl" drink) cut cystal bowl full of some kind of booze.
* Then we took a cab to the Village where it was onto a bar where . . .only A. would know about. She marched right through the restaurant and no shit there I was when she pushed an actual secret passage to go to the bar hidden in the back. It was v. quiet due to the time of day (we were doing a sort of "happy hour" sort of partying on a weekend) so we snagged a huge booth. It was all decorated like Repo! meets a speakeasy, totally gorg. Our waitress was drop dead hot, all legs and red hair and tiny shorts and a brit accent. This bar is super seriously into mixology (and L., you need to try this), so I had a bucket of vodka (approx) with a teaspoon of rhubarb-lemongrass jam. It was sooooooo good, and not too sweet at all. I'd never had a drink like that. Another waitress took our picture, she was dressed sort of "Big Love" (she said the other girls were teasing her about it) so she decided to go full hog and french braided her hair just to show them how it's done, which I appreciate.
* We found a tiny secret garden and took the path through a riot of roses, bringing us closer to our next destination. Part of what makes B., B. is she is more full of "I don't give a fuck" than anyone else I know (which is hilarious, given that she's on the conservative side and lives in the midwest), so we howled "My Favorite Things" through the garden, complete with big finish.
* Onto Olivia's! A tiny jam packed tapas place that gave us a huge bucket of sangeria and had really good food (I could bathe in the potato souffle thing). It was sexy and literally hot in there which somehow added to its charm. The waiters there were also crazy hot. B. (again, see conservation) decides to call her fiance and inform him we outvoted him on the "Head Table" idea (ugh, worst thing in a wedding ever. Yes! Let's keep our bridal party away from their husbands/wives and dates). After some inquiry she also informed him she wanted his pinga (thanks to A.) and mucho sexo (thanks to G.) on el honeymoono (. . .I never took spanish).
* Afterwards, I bid them adieu, convinced I could take on the subway system and bend it to my will. After waiting on the platform for a bit and not getting reception, I got bored and texted James (who was also in the city). We were only like four blocks away from each other so we got artisian ice cream from the ice cream man (earl grey and coco nibs)and then watched the light saber flash mob in the park. Then it was onto getting back home.
* Next day, brunch with Jow at Skylark and then a lazy day hanging out.
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* NYC ppl, if this is all played out to you, just nod and smile. I'm a tote bridge and tunnel girl, I know a couple places in the city that are kick ass and that's about it. A. works in the city so she's a lot more on top of shit than I am about it and usually knows where's currently hawt to go to. I enjoy the occasion facade of being in with the in crowd. ;)
* James and I checked out a new coffeehouse in Westfield called Rockn Joe's which had nom waffles. We had a nice writing date there and then went to Trader Joe's (. . .lots of Joes in Westfield) to get stuff for dinner with Jow - mushroom turnovers, mushroom risotto, chicken sausage/veggie chicken nuggets and tri-fruit ice pops.
* Sat was pretty awesome with B., her sister A. and G. (the other bridesmaid) in NYC*. We went to see Momix which was a really amazing modern dance show.
* Pre-show, I got to feel super posh sitting at a bar of a french restaurant, drinking a mimosa and reading a Vogue while the hot bartender flirted with me.
* Making things even better, it was fleet week! So we were (playfully) catcalling to all the men in uniform (didn't see women or I would have done the same), all "Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii boys!". (a) They all looked dashing in their uniforms (b) if they're willing to get shot at for me, the least I can do is tell them they look cute.
* Onto a hipster bar in the meat packing district! Crammed with "the beautiful people" as A. says (not her preferred venue per se but she likes to try to give B. a really rounded view of things and tries to take her all over the place for food, theater, and drinks), we were at an outdoor beer garden. It was super nice out so a good day for it. I thought I wanted to run with the beautiful people on occasion like "gaycation" (beaucation?) (what? I watch a lot of gossipgirl), but being there with pouncy d-bags loudly naming dropping Bagatelle and spending $500 on a bar bill and blahblahblah models. I wanted to go to Bagatelle because they party at the time of day I like to party (noonish on Sundays) but when I realized who goes, maybe not. It makes me realize I like watching it on the tv but when confronted with these d-bags in person, not so much acktually. Because if you're dropping $500 on a bar bill, you either have it to drop and would (most likely) never say it if you were brought up with any class, so whatever or you don't have it and you're trying to impress people. OMG, d-bag! That is so *fucking* awesome you spent half your rent on booze in one go! We must mate immediately! Your genetic code *must* be carried on! Regardless. It was a nice place and inside was gorg, I watched them cut proscutto off the leg and eyed their massive amounts of oysters (Jow said he was glad I didn't insist on living there, dying of some kind of oyster/proscutto poisoning) and watched some people basically put their faces into a huge (like 2x the size of a "fishbowl" drink) cut cystal bowl full of some kind of booze.
* Then we took a cab to the Village where it was onto a bar where . . .only A. would know about. She marched right through the restaurant and no shit there I was when she pushed an actual secret passage to go to the bar hidden in the back. It was v. quiet due to the time of day (we were doing a sort of "happy hour" sort of partying on a weekend) so we snagged a huge booth. It was all decorated like Repo! meets a speakeasy, totally gorg. Our waitress was drop dead hot, all legs and red hair and tiny shorts and a brit accent. This bar is super seriously into mixology (and L., you need to try this), so I had a bucket of vodka (approx) with a teaspoon of rhubarb-lemongrass jam. It was sooooooo good, and not too sweet at all. I'd never had a drink like that. Another waitress took our picture, she was dressed sort of "Big Love" (she said the other girls were teasing her about it) so she decided to go full hog and french braided her hair just to show them how it's done, which I appreciate.
* We found a tiny secret garden and took the path through a riot of roses, bringing us closer to our next destination. Part of what makes B., B. is she is more full of "I don't give a fuck" than anyone else I know (which is hilarious, given that she's on the conservative side and lives in the midwest), so we howled "My Favorite Things" through the garden, complete with big finish.
* Onto Olivia's! A tiny jam packed tapas place that gave us a huge bucket of sangeria and had really good food (I could bathe in the potato souffle thing). It was sexy and literally hot in there which somehow added to its charm. The waiters there were also crazy hot. B. (again, see conservation) decides to call her fiance and inform him we outvoted him on the "Head Table" idea (ugh, worst thing in a wedding ever. Yes! Let's keep our bridal party away from their husbands/wives and dates). After some inquiry she also informed him she wanted his pinga (thanks to A.) and mucho sexo (thanks to G.) on el honeymoono (. . .I never took spanish).
* Afterwards, I bid them adieu, convinced I could take on the subway system and bend it to my will. After waiting on the platform for a bit and not getting reception, I got bored and texted James (who was also in the city). We were only like four blocks away from each other so we got artisian ice cream from the ice cream man (earl grey and coco nibs)and then watched the light saber flash mob in the park. Then it was onto getting back home.
* Next day, brunch with Jow at Skylark and then a lazy day hanging out.
______________________
* NYC ppl, if this is all played out to you, just nod and smile. I'm a tote bridge and tunnel girl, I know a couple places in the city that are kick ass and that's about it. A. works in the city so she's a lot more on top of shit than I am about it and usually knows where's currently hawt to go to. I enjoy the occasion facade of being in with the in crowd. ;)