"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.
A Friday night in Williamsburg with that sunset and then too many bourbon sweet teas (xl mason jars are dangerous) and a taco truck finale.
Farmer’s market finds after a surprisingly fast run.
My #1 go-to for dinner when I babysit (PB&J + Vanilla Ice Cream).
A necessary reminder c/o Nike.
My official mechanism for coping with Sunday Night Blues.
Today was delicious. Bringing home: cannoli, fresh manicotti & linguine, and an olive loaf the size of my head. Not pictured: a slice of buffalo chicken pizza, four oysters eaten on a street corner, and the man who followed me for six blocks proposing marriage and asking for $5 (I said yes to one). #bx #nyc #bucketlist (at Arthur Ave)