I woke up especially down in the dumps with this feeling that I’m going to have a horrible week. But then I got to work and decided that this week? This is going to be a good week. The best week! I’m going to be happy because I have so many things to be happy about. And I had a nice long IM chat with Evie, which always helps a lot. After work, Husband and I ordered our favorite West Vil Indian food delivery and watched movies. District of Happyton in Cozyville, USA.
In the morning I bought my tickets home for the holidays. Cannot wait.
Went to the opening of a Soho pop-up clothing store from portland-based sustainable clothing company Nau. The invite was sent to creative influencers or something. Brooklyn Amanda knew the party coordinator. What influenced me was the free food, free booze, free lecture from EFGH (the architects who were 2nd choice in designing the High Line) and a free show by one of my favorite bands. Yep, that’s influential.
Reached the 25,000 mark for my novel word count. HALFWAY THERE!
Oh, you know. Actually, you don’t know. And either do I. Hmmmm…
Cyrus got home from work and when he saw dinner on the table, he said “Wow. You really made somethin’ outta nothin’.” I had taken just about every little thing we have left in our mostly empty fridge and cupboards and made a snack spread. Crackers and toast with hummus and tuna salad on the side. Tiny celery sticks, olives, grapes and nuts. Waste not, want not.
Then we gussied and met up with a group of friends in Brroklyn for bowling at The Gutter. It was one year ago that Cyrus and I met up with new partner Matt and his wife to bowl at these very lanes. And it was on these lanes that I rolled a strike, did some bowl-dancing celebratory choreography and fell. In front of everyone. Hilarious if you’re all friends, awkward when you’re just getting to know people. And then at the end of the night I left my favorite scarf there and was too flustered to go back and get it. Well, I didn’t miraculously find my scarf, but we did have a good, good time. We punctuated the night with weird tasteless yet perfect tacos.
Never was there a day so lazy. We lazed around and snuggled and watched this adorable movie that you have to go and see immediately. (Unless your name is Evie. In which case, wait until Graham 2.0 arrives. Though no animals are injured during the film and there isn’t anything too scary, I’m thinking it would be a major tear-jerker for you. So, unless you’re in the mood for a big, huge, healthy cry…don’t do it.)
We did leave the house at one point to try and find me a new winter coat, but all we found were a couple’a cheesesteaks and a few mugs ‘o beer at our new favorite place in the west vil. Oh, and some cheese fries. Isn’t fake cheese the most glorious thing ever invented? Then we watched the Duck game, me from the couch and Cyrus from about 2 inches from the TV standing up the entire time.
Woke up and said goodbye to Cyrus as he left for Miami on another shoot. Here’s a photo he took and sent to me while enjoying a Cafe Con Leche at the hotel. Yeah.
After he left, I met Lovepup for a “happy engagement!” brunch of nutella crepes and french press at The New French. We gabbed about her wedding plans and my how my novel is going. Then we shopped around the West Vil stopping at every pet store to coo at the puppies and even peeked into a few vintage shops in search for a dress. Here’s her wedding blog, “What I Wore Down The Aisle”. You should probably start following it!
After we vowed to hang out more often and parted ways, I turned around and found myself smack dab in front of my favorite pedicure and massage joint. DONE. My toes are now a perfect blood burgundy bordering on black. Wow, alliteration!
I continued my bachelorette-ism and ordered spicy tuna handrolls for delivery and (after taking the boy on a long walk and getting my word count done for the day) watched a movie I’ve been meaning to watch for a long time. It’s a modern day musical, so I had to wait for when Cyrus was out of town because he doesn’t do musicals. It is such a lovely, simple and powerful movie and the song “Falling Slowly”? Forget about it.
“Know what your problem is, Shapiro? It’s that you just have this really shitty way of looking at things, ya know? I don’t have that problem. I just look at the dopeness. But you, it’s like you just look at the wackness, ya know?”—from The Wackness. A reminder to myself to focus on the dopeness. Always.
do you like to dance? because that’s just one of the reasons you should rave with us. matt and jess are having a rave on dec. 17th at 5pm in our office. it will be a psychedelic utopia of glow sticks, ambient jello shots and dance seizures set to techno. BYOP (pacifiers). then we will take our jungle afterglow downstairs to the corporate holiday party. also, we got a fog machine.
People are already blogging about our rave. You should, too.
I, just now, made actual plans with best friend Evie. PLANS®. As in, when I come home to Portland for the holidays I have a dinner date PUH-LANNED with her. On an actual date and we even know where we’re going.
Mostly this week I missed the husband while he was on the other coast shooting. There was a lot of snuggling with Walter, watching L Word and working on my novel over mugs of peppermint tea. Here’s a few days worth mentioning.
Went out for STHRs (spicy tuna handrolls) with Brooklyn Amanda. It was 65 degrees out at night which meant that we could go to our favorite sushi place that allows Walter to sit outside with us. He had such a fun date night. After dinner I took the boy back up to the apartment and we went for a beer and a few broadway tunes at Marie’s Crisis Cafe and then stopped into the piano bar across the street to meet up with Creative Director Melinda and her fiance. We sang our hearts out and pretended it was a summer weekend night.
This is Mel and John singing their song “Leaving on a Jet Plane”. Adorbs!…
Stranger friend date! Wow, I’m getting pretty good at these. I met up with a lovely actress from one of my spots at Wilfie and Nell around the corner from my place for some grilled cheese and slider goodness. It was a chit-chat-a-thon. I’ve never really sat down and talked with a fancy full-time actress before and it was a treat to hear from the other side. I mean, she trained with Will Arnett and they’re, like, buddies and stuff and she’s on a soap opera. What?! So cool. Makes me want to stay at home all day and watch “stories” as my dad used to call them. She goes to the theater several times a week, so she’s going to choose a play for us to go to soon.
Check out the only comment on YouTube. Amen!
Cyrus surprised me by coming home early. EARLY! He didn’t actually get home until 1am, but I stayed up and waited for him. Reunited and it feels so good.
We had an ultimate lazy day. We slept until 11:45am because of cyrus’ jet lag (and because if not shoved out of bed I can pretty much sleep for 24 hours). THAT’S how much I love naps. Almost as much as I love snacks. Everything I need to know I truly did learn in kindergarden. Then we got all cleaned up and left the house to do a little shopping, maybe have afternoon tea. But when we got outside it was pouring. So we just marched ourselves right back upstairs. Cyrus watched football while I got my novel word count done for the day. Then we braved the outdoors once more for just a few blocks to our new favorite Philly-owned pub Wogie’s where we shared a cheesesteak with extra Whiz (extra Whiz with?), 10 hot wings and couple pints. They were playing Jack Johnson on the speakers and we figured it’s a sign that we were exactly where we were supposed to be on that Saturday night…sitting in a cozy pub in the West Village just the two of us.
All the shopping, errand running and snack eating we had planned to do on saturday got done today. Then I worked on my novel while Cyrus went to the Y for a game of basketball. I made spaghetti bolognese and we went to bed early in hopes of getting cyrus back on East coast time. Zzzzzzzzzzz.
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”—
Busted singing Jay-Z to each other on the dance floor Saturday night.
New York Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There’s nothin’ you can’t do Now you’re in New York These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you Let’s hear it for New York, New York, New York
We decided to start the week off cozy by ordering Indian Food in and watching Point Break (Keanu! Swayze!). Over the weekend we had purchased two matching blue Snuggie brand Snuggies. But I’ll go ahead and leave you with only a mental pic of that slice of marital bliss. This would be the one thing we’re missing, though…
Snuggled in with a cup of tea to watch Jean De Fleurette until Cyrus got home from work. I made a home cooked dinner of Herb Chicken and Green Beans but because we’ve both been in edit all week, our lunches have been so grand we weren’t hungry for dinner.
I met Cyrus at his office after work to go on a shopping excursion in Soho. We were prowling for man boots for cyrus and cute fall dresses for me. We went to Zara, H&M and Top Shop. Then we went home and had a Don Draper dinner of homemade Chicken Salad, crackers, cheese and a cold beer.
I think that I snuggled in to watch the sequel to Jean De Fleurette, Manon Des Sources? Hmmmm. I DO know that if you haven’t seen these two movies you should Netflix them immediately. The story is simple and stunning.
After work, Cyrus and I went on a proper New York City date! We had tickets to see Tracy Morgan at Carnegie Hall through the NY Comedy Festival. And we love Tracy Morgan on 30 Rock. However, the show was…NASTY. His jokes were about the following with usually at least three of the topics overlapping to create NASTY trifectas: sex, porn, #2, “cripples”, “gays”, growing up in the hood, more sex. I (probably just coincidentally) got nauseous during the show and on our walk to get dessert I almost vom’d on the husband (negative 2 mystery points). So we had to cut our date short. I was fine the next morning so either Tracy Morgan made me sick or I had a touch of the food poisoning. Either way I like him better when he’s saying Tina Fey’s words. Here’s us at Carnegie Hall…
We woke up, Cyrus made breakfast, went on a nice long walk and then ran some errands including more shopping for fall clothes. We’re both so picky about clothes that it usually takes us a few trips to actually buy a couple new items. After eating hot empanadas in Soho, Cyrus walked me to Union Square where I met up with Laddie. I had tickets for us to be in the audience at a writer’s panel full of all the Colbert Report writers. They talked about how they got their job, what a day in the life of a Colbert Report writer is like and answered questions from the audience. There was even a girl writer. A GIRL WRITER. Which, as you may have seen in THIS Vanity Fair article, is a rarity among most of the variety shows. It was inspiring for us girl copywriters to listen to so many talented people with their dream job talk about how they got there. Here’s one of my fave most recent Colbert moments.
After the writer’s panel, we went next door to 21 Club, which is a very famous and very “old New York” restaurant. We had a couple cocktails (mine was a yummy honey-infused drink called the Bees Knees) and watched as the rich elderly women walked in leaning on their walkers so that they could sustain the weight of their floor-length fur coats.
After drinks, we went to Cafecito in the East Vil for dinner. It was delish. Cyrus met up with us there and we walked down the street to The East Village Tavern for Jaclyn’s birthday party. It’s basically my new favorite place because the DJ looks like Chris Farley and spins the soundtrack to “Jessica: The College Years” and dances to every song all night long.
Here’s the work gang on the dance floor…
And the birthday girl dancing with a rogue military man…
And us dancing to O.A.R.’s “Crazy Game of Poker” which we all hadn’t realized until this very moment is a song that was ever played outside of each of our perspective college towns. Apparantly it’s universal…
You can’t see it in these photos, but I’m wearing this yellow crinoline skirt from Anthropologie. SWOON!
We got up, ate breakfast and then packed up the fam (aka ourselves and Walter) and headed to Central Park so that I could take photos of the beautiful fall leaves. See a few below. Then Cyrus got on a plane headed West for yet another shoot. I’m proud of him but I miss him, too.