Afternoon run and no sign of a hurricane here. Ready for summer.
Stefon’s Wedding |x| SNL 18/5/2013
German Smurfs, Gizblow the coked up Gremlin, Human Fire Extinguishers, Ben Affleck and is that Ryan Seacrest? No it’s a drowned albino who looks like Axl Rose.
I’m going to miss Bill Hader.
Friday night was the Manhattan Cocktail Classic Gala at the New York Public Library. Until my friend asked if I wanted a ticket for this party, I had never heard of the event. It’s a four day event mainly for people in the alcohol and hospitality industry. However, the gala is open to the public (me). There’s something about attending a party in an iconic fixture of NYC, or any city for that matter, that makes it feel enchanting. Not only is the space itself impressive, but the party was over the top. Every area/room of the library was filled with vendors making specialty drinks, as well as bands and dj’s of all different music genres. I particularly enjoyed the Appleton Rum drinks in the ‘Lounge’ with the early 90’s dance music. The small bites were displayed artistically via a human table (in pic above) or in wall hangings and literal sandwich boards worn by a human (think over the shoulder advertising sandwich boards with little shelves wide enough to hold finger sandwiches). I think my favorite drink of the night was the Darjeeling tea and Comb vodka. I’m trying to find a recipe for the drink online, but not having much luck. I had a blast and my only wish was that it was longer (it went from 10pm to 1am) so that I could have sampled more drinks and made it to the speak easy on the ground floor. Next year!
*pics are via my iphone and one stolen from instagram - not the best quality
I was angry, so I went for a run. And things got better.
I was confused, so I went for a run. And things got better.
I was exhausted, so I went for a run. And things got better.
I was lost, unsure, empty, afraid. Certain that whatever was left of my sanity had snapped, had come untethered and floated away, to a place so high and remote that I would never see it again, and that even if I did, I wouldn’t recognize it.
So I went for a run. And things got better.
I felt like things could not possibly get worse, so I went for a run. And things got better.
(Another time, I felt like things could not get much better. I went for a run. Things got much better.)
After enough miles, over enough runs and enough years, I realized: No matter what, no matter when, or where, or why, I can find my shoes and go for a run and things will get better.
And that realization? Just knowing that?
It made things better.
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Mark Remy, Runners World (via justkeepbreathing831)
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Saturday night we celebrated one of my very best friend’s moving out of NYC and onto the next exciting chapter of her life. She’s lived in NYC and worked for the same firm since we graduated from college (around the time Bootylicious and Lady Marmalade were on the radio…yikes!). Ironically she’s headed back to the city where we went to college to do an executive MBA program. I am very proud of her and psyched that I have a great reason to go back to my alma mater, go to a football game, and see one of my very best friends. To celebrate and send her off, we had dinner at Sons of Essex. I had never been and I will definitely go back. I’m already planning a rainy Saturday afternoon where I can sit at one of their long communal tables with friends, have some drinks and snacks and play any one of the multitude of games left out on the tables. It would be a great date spot. I started the night with a cocktail that’s not on their menu, but was on the chalkboard walls, made with cognac and St. Germain (the D’allata?)…so good. I also had their mojito - equally as refreshing and tasty. There were twelve of us for dinner, so we did family style. One of my favorite ways to dine - that way I get to try everything. There’s not much I won’t try - including the guacamole with bacon!! After dinner we headed to Co-Op for one or two more drinks and then headed home. Wishing Godspeed and much love to Mer and can’t wait to visit her soon! I will certainly miss having her here, but I can’t wait to see what awaits her in her new city and thereafter!
For Mother’s Day my mom and I went snooping around other people’s homes. Well, sort of. For the past couple of years, instead of giving my mom something, I do something in the city with her. A few times we’ve done a historical walking tour with an NYU professor, Joyce Gold. Sometimes we visit the Great Jones Spa for a hot stone treatment and then brunch at Five Points. This year we revisited one of our old favorites…the Junior League’s Spring house tour. These are just a few pics I snapped along the way (after they said no pics and I pretended to be texting). The top two pics were from this amazing place on 11th Avenue and 24th Street. The second pic is the Rolls Royce in the garage of the second floor apt. You don’t have a chandelier in your garage? You can see an article and slideshow about Jamie Drake, the owner and designer here. The bottom left pic is from a carriage house on W. 4th that I must have passed a million times but never realized it was there. Such a cool space. The last pic was a Tribeca, 3rd floor walkup that belonged to a 25 yr old comedian. I loved the WTF tables, but the apt itself didn’t quite fit in with the grandeur of the other places. There were ten places on the tour and a lunch in between at the A & D building, which is in itself a great place to visit. The crowd can be a little “Ladies who Lunch” - it IS the Junior League running it, but it’s worth being able to trek through some amazing spaces in NYC and spend some QT with my mom. Hope all the moms I know felt loved and appreciated this weekend.
In perhaps our most epic fan art submission to date, Nathanael de Boer and Emma McCann have recreated a HONY portrait using burnt toast.
Finally tried this Gordon Ramsay scrambled egg craze…I substituted Greek yogurt for the creme fraiche. This is one of my staple dinners, so it has completely revolutionized my less than gourmet meals.
