The good news: someone told me that he loved me today.
The bad news: it was some sketchy dude hanging out on 44th Street.
In other news, a family friend visited last night and I was reminded of how much I like La Nacional; this time, I got to taste the paella, which was so good that I kept scraping the pan to get all the crunchy bits at the bottom (I know this has a name, but I can’t remember it — can anyone help me out?).
Wheeeee!
As I was walking up to Union Square yesterday, thoroughly enjoying a healthy dose of early springtime, I spotted two people with a little girl between them, around 2 or 3 years old. They counted out loud, "one, two, three," and then with a "wheee" lifted her up off the ground by her hands. It made me realize how some things like that, little simple pleasures, just keep getting passed down from generation to generation. I remember doing this as a little girl, and hope that someday, I can reach down to my little girl (or boy) and that my husband (future husband, that is, whomever he may be) and I can lift her off the ground with a "wheee" and be rewarded with peals of laughter.
Sorry for the dead air around here — I’ve just been very busy. Will fill in the details later, but highlights include:
And now, a few days of vegetarian detox are in order.
I’m today’s Feedster Feed of the Day (much better than being the Personal of the Day, I’ll tell you that much).
The hotel room is not only bigger than your apartment, but on top of the swanky robe, slippers, chocolates on the pillow, the featherbed, wifi, and the orchid in the bathroom, but there’s a bidet. Just in case.
for me to move to Brooklyn. Why? Because in one evening between the hours of 7 and 10:30, I not only got to see the folks I came out there to see — Jonathan, Jen and a sleeping Oscar and Doug and Leora, but I ran into not one but two people I know. First Rich, who I bumped into as he was coming out of a store on 5th Avenue, and then Todd, when he and his girlfriend were seated next to us at Franny’s (which was quite tasty, for the record).
Well, I’m not making any major life decisions today and my lease doesn’t run out until October or thereabouts, so for now, at least, I’m staying put.
Except that I’m off to DC until Saturday night for my annual pro bono pilgrimage, although this is the first year that I am actually staying at the hotel that the conference is in rather than with my friend Christopher (who I’ll be seeing in NY on Sunday when he’s visiting, so it’s okay).
Things I have not yet written about that I did last week (among other things that I did but may likely not write about because they are too boring) with extremely brief commentary:
I work in a building that has automatically flushing toilets. There are also automatic faucets, but they’re not really relevant here, although I have found myself sticking my hands under faucets in other restrooms and waiting for a few seconds for water to come out before realizing that I had to turn a knob or something. There are pros and cons to having automatically flushing toilets. The pros: never having to touch the toilet handle, which is apparently party central for many a germ and bacterium; not having to remember to flush — just stand up, walk out and go. The cons: the things sometimes have a mind of their own. There’s a toilet in one stall in particular that tends to flush way before I have decided that it’s time for us to part ways, and somehow I always forget this. It scares the hell out of me every time.
You know, if an office is going to invest in auto-flush toilets, it might as well bust out the big guns and bring in the Washlet C100 — I’m sure it would improve employee productivity.
I recently had a discussion about theme songs. This always reminds me of Ally McBeal, who often had a theme song that reflected what was going on in her life and that generally gave her some sort of inspiration to make it through her various trials and tribulations. One of my favorites was Ooh Child — always soothing and inspiring during troubled times. I think theme songs are a good idea, but couldn’t think of any that were as uplifting as some of the ones that came up as examples — Tubthumping, All-Star, Proud — so I turned to my iPod for guidance. I found one that made me laugh out loud — it was so good, yet so inappropriate: Good Girls Don’t, by the Knack. So that was my temporary theme song until another came to mind. It’s still not quite the uplifting and inspiring mood that I’m looking for, but it never ceases to make me smile: All the People, by the Monroes. "All the people tell me so, but what do all the people know?"
Any thoughts?
Time to catch up, but first of all, if you haven’t said hello yet, please do — I’m truly enjoying everyone’s comments!
Let’s see. Last week I went to a press party at Xing and it was like food blogger central — Augie came with me and I met Ben from Eater, the guys from NYC Nosh, and schmoozed with two of the guys from Thrillist (not exactly a food blog, and not exactly a blog, but fun guys regardless). My pictures didn’t come out that well, unfortunately — I put a few on flickr but the rest kind of suck.
Thursday was a night in and Friday I went to dinner at Lavagna, a cozy Italian restaurant in the East Village, with my stepmom, aunt, cousin, sister and brother. I think my favorite dishes that evening were the seared scallops agrodolce with pancetta over parsnip puree and the papardelle with rabbit ragu. Afterwards, I met up with Jen, Carolyn, and ultimately Emilia — we started at Perbacco, but it was so crowded that we ended up at Otto (big shock there). Of course Jon and David were there, but I exercised a bit of restraint in not joining them as they went to Reservoir for their next stop of the evening.
Saturday morning I met up with Hallie for spin class and then headed home to receive my Fresh Direct order (love, love, love the convenience) and pack for my "trip." My V-Day present was a Brooklyn day — a night at B&B on the Park and reservations for dinner at The Grocery (we had the chef’s tasting menu — more on that later). Although it seems somewhat laughable for two Manhattanites to vacation for a night in Brooklyn, it was really the perfect getaway.
Sunday I met up with Kim, John B., Matty Z., Chip, April, Monique, Jenn & Scott for ice skating in Prospect Park. Sadly, I remember being much better at ice skating that I am now — at first I chalked it up to my rental skates, which seemed to have blades duller than a plastic butter knife, but even after swapping skates, I was pretty lame. Someday I’d like to try on some freshly sharpened skates and see how I do because I swear I used to be able to skate backwards and whatnot without fear of mortal peril. It seems the ground is much farther away these days. We ended up back at Kim’s for hot mulled cider and watched the olympics — I think I got my fill of ice dancing for the next decade, thank you very much. Finally, I headed home to watch last week’s Grey’s Anatomy that Mark had ever-so-kindly taped for me. I am such a sap that it actually made me cry. Oy.
Today’s excitement includes paying bills, doing laundry, cleaning up, and heading in to the office for a few hours just to catch up. Sounds fun, right?
