WINTER BUCKET LIST II
December? December 9th? Hold on, what? What?!
Just like everyone else, I feel like I blinked and wintertime showed up. The way these weeks are flying is Crazytown (Crazy City? Crazyville?). But when it comes to disappearing days I wholeheartedly agree with this sentiment. “It’s our job to live in them (the days that run away) and to keep track of them the best we can.” So that is my intention this season and through the new year—live in the days, say thank you for them, and remember them the best I can.
(Hopefully this list means that at least one those days will include: brunch at Tipsy Parson, a bowl of peppermint ice cream, an Alice Walker poem, and a trip to PS1.)
Joseph Leonard(Feb. 1) Tipsy Parson(Dec. 30) Morgan’s BBQ(Mar. 1)
- Post Office
- Nutella Hot Chocolate
Peppermint Ice Cream(Jan. 15) Chili Roasted Tofu w/ Pomegranate Minted Relish(Dec. 9—pom/mint is the new black) a Neville Longbottom(Dec. 31)
- Liege Waffles
Some sort of new risotto(Risotto sans butter, wine, and cheese…still good!)
I Know This Much Is True(Dec. 30) The World Will Follow Joy(Feb. 5) The Goldfinch (pubbed by my company, rec’d by Dana)(Jan. 14) Where I Was From(Feb. 1)
- Mastering the Art of French Eating
- Ski Trip
- a day at Mario Badescu
Mike Kelley @ PS1(Jan. 12) Pilates Proworks(Now Flex Studios—Feb. 24) Valentine’s Day(House of Cards and a chicky brunch count, right? Long weekend vaca(destination: Norway!!)
- I Who Have Arrived in Heaven (couldn’t hack the 3 hour wait)
happy (early) 2014…
where’d you get your puffer coat…
& happy listing.
Down | Up: Sunday Evening
I had one of those perfect weekends. And last night when the sun was almost set I paused for a second on my walk uptown and sighed and felt better than I have in a really long time. Just making a note because something like that is worth remembering.
UES erranding (NYRR, Kate Spade, Laudree) and an embarrassingly early bedtime.
9 miles through Brooklyn. Miraculously, a pocket of no crowds at the Atlantic Terminal Mall & Fort Greene. (This! Never! Happens!) Burgers and home. Dana & Matt’s engagement party, or as I interpreted it, an excuse to wear sequin things and drink shocking amounts of Prosecco.
4 freezing (actually below freezing) miles capped off my last official* 9+1 race. I learned:
(1)Those little water cups they hand out will freeze. Sucking on ice chips when your face is already numb is just stupid dumb.
(2) iPhone’s power down when it gets too cold.
(3) As the frequency with which your teeth shatter and your knees knock together increases, your understanding that is is socially unacceptable to hug strangers for warmth decreases.
Now it’s a two day week!
And an RLK bday weekend in DC!
Hope everyone else is just as pumped.
Park Avenue snow day. by Marcos Vasconcelos
My work ‘hood!
"If I wanted a two-foot-tall bottle of Polish vodka shaped like a statue of the late Pope John Paul II wearing his miter and carrying a shepherd’s staff, with a lamb at his feet, I wouldn’t even have to leave my fucking block."
Turn Around Bright Eyes | Rob Sheffield
Sobfest over this thing.
All the luck in the all the world goes out to every single runner.
the lady I sat next to in spin class this week,
& all of the rest of you.
Be proud of what’s in front of you and be prouder of what’s behind you (too many miles, pre-dawn runs, negative glasses of wine, toenails, and all that GU). You’re inspiring, a little nuts, and decidedly badass.
I’ll be cheering my heart out from 4th ave. in Park Slope. Can’t wait!
My 13.1 is dead and gone. Some miles were fast and a few were slow but they’re all done and run. And that weather was unbelievable and watching the sun rise across from the statue of liberty is just as idyllic as it sounds. I’m so happy that I decided to sign up.
Major thanks to all my people for the texts and emails and calls and offers to ferry on over – you guys are the best. Claire, confession for you: I only made it to mile four before I started an internal chant of, “clear eyes, full hearts…”
Just like that I’m 7/9 through with this year’s 9+1 program. (AH!)
FALL BUCKET LIST II
"If you say "pumpkin spice latte" in the mirror three times a white girl in yoga pants will appear and tell you why she loves fall."
But fall is, like, the best. I get swoony over summer because all of a sudden it’s easy to feel 19 again (in a good way) but fall is ultimately where it’s at. Pumpkin, all those leaves, boots & blazers…let’s do this thing.
Populence(Oct. 13) Vineteria(Oct. 11) Intelligentsia Coffee(Nov. 2) The Blue Stove(Sept. 27) Chuko(Nov. 19) Milk & Cookies(Sept. 8) Scratchbread(Nov. 9)
Cashew Brownie Bites(Sept. 8) Biscoff Cinnamon Chip Ice Cream(Dec. 3) Pumpkin Ice Cream(Oct. 2) Apple Cider Doughnuts(Nov. 10) Apple Spiced Bourbon(Oct. 1) Caramelized Onion, Gruyere, Bacon, Pepper Pizza(Oct. 31)
- Egg bagels (Scratched, i live in NYC. I don’t need to make bagels.)
The Love Affairs of Nathaniel P(Nov. 5) Turn Around Bright Eyes(Nov. 10) The Sound of Things Falling(Dec. 5) Fancy mags: Cherry Bombe(Nov 17) & Matchbook(Sept. 8) Daily Rituals(Sept. 22) The Paris Wife(Sept. 25)
Apple Picking(Oct 26) Vermeer, Rembrandt, and Hals: Masterpieces of Dutch Painting from the Mauritshuis at The Frick(Nov. 2) Robert Indiana: Beyond LOVE at The Whitney(Sept. 28) Some sort of Pinteresty DIY(almost crossed off - I’m halfway through this) HANG THINGS ON THE WALLS(Dec. 2) A class at Barry’s Bootcamp(Nov. 15)
Autism Speaks 4M(Sept. 7) Bronx 10M(Sept. 29) Staten Island Half Marathon(Oct. 13) Race to Deliver 4M(Nov. 24)
- Poland Spring Marathon Kickoff 5M (canceled due to nannying)
Austin(Sept 20-22) Philly(Oct. 4-6) Seattle(Oct. 17-20)
X & Happy Listing!
Last Friday was my final Summer Friday (SOB) and after spending the morning crossing off appointments I decided to try The Chinatown Ice Cream Factory. I still had an eye doctor’s appointment in Union Square but afterward I could walk down Bowery, it would be perfect. Whoops. Wrong. Negative amounts of perfect. What I’d neglected to remember was that a sunny afternoon is no friend to a pair of dilated eyes.
Do you have prescription sunglasses? The doctor wondered.
Oh no, but I’ll be fine. Just in and out of the subway. I assured her.
Upon exiting the office I reacted like one of those ants in a Raid commercial, hands to the face, crouching down into a ball in the middle of 14th street, an audible shriek escaping my gritted teeth before I got a hold of myself. I had two options: 1) wear my glasses, exposing my poor retinas to the searing sun, or 2) wear my sunglasses sans-contacts, effectively rendering me legally blind. I chose to waft between the two on the endless trek to Canal.
How I managed to get my pathetic self to that ice cream shop is something I’ll never know. It’s entirely possible that I ran face-first into a fresh fish stand. It’s also probably not an exaggeration to say that I apologized 45 times in the span of three blocks. Thank goodness for the kindness of strangers and thank goodness for that ice cream (I opted for almond cookie) which made it all worthwhile.
Moral of the story: I managed to navigate through Chinatown in all its smelly, crowded glory with one eye closed, the other squinted halfway shut, and both arms batting the air in front of me. I was not mugged and/or abducted, not even once. New York truly is a friendly place.