Friday. I took the day off for a Friday wedding (my first!). The most complementary couple on planet earth stood under a massive pine tree and said, “I really, really do!” They opened the ceremony with a Supreme Court quote and gifted each guest a bottle of homemade limoncello. They walked out to Bey and decorated the reception area with pictures taken over the past 11 years. The whole thing seemed perfectly them. I laughed, I cried, I harassed the man who ran the photobooth, I did the Cupid Shuffle.

Saturday. A party bus picked me up on the side of the road. (An excellent way to start the day, in case you’re wondering.) a bunch of us set out to celebrate Melinda and her 30 years. Gift bags (with bubbles!), a winery lunch, a surprise guest in from CA, bus dancing to R.Kelly, and I think I remember something about a McDonald’s chocolate milkshake. A REALLY good day.

Sunday—
A handful of miles.
Coffee at the new-to-me Bluelane.
Hunting for vintage Levi’s.
Church.
Blueberry pancakes.
My Slow Sunday went way too fast.

Doesn’t look like much but…

Friday night date with a one of the world’s greatest eleven-week-old’s. Snuggly, sweet, and really into stretching—I have so much love for this guy.
Saturday at the beach with my team from the new job. Sandy watermelon, discussions on varying toxicity levels of sunscreen, and sangria. Then dinner and a rooftop view of the super moon.
Sunday morning in Soho (Core Fusion, coffee, and sale shopping). The usual: grocery/laundry/podcasts/phone calls (secretly my favorite part of the weekend). World Cup. Roommate vent session-ing. The end. 

Loved like crazy.

Rabbit Rabbit

Shampoo & a trim. Friday in. My favorite chocolate chip cookies. Rabbit rabbit. A glove-free coupla miles. Joseph Leonard brunch for gossip and cheddar grits. Flatiron shopping. Warming a gorgeous apartment. Head to toe black and February Dark & Stormies. Early yoga. Early church. Cookshop (Kale Bloody Marys!) and a food coma wander through Chelsea Market. Then coffee chat and back to Brooklyn for some football.

Monday, take a rain check okay?


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.
Friday: UES erranding (NYRR, Kate Spade, Laudree) and an embarrassingly early bedtime.
Saturday: 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. 
Sunday: 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.
Then brunch with a few excellent people, an unexpected coffee catch up, a cookie, a wander through soho, good words at church, and home to get warm for the first time all day. 
Now it’s a two day week! And Thanksgiving! And an RLK bday weekend in DC!
Hope everyone else is just as pumped. 
*Technically this was my 8th but a friend used my bib for the Poland Spring 5 Miler. I’m signed up for the Jingle Bell Jog…just to keep me honest.

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.

Friday:
UES erranding (NYRR, Kate Spade, Laudree) and an embarrassingly early bedtime.

Saturday:
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. 

Sunday:
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.

Then brunch with a few excellent people, an unexpected coffee catch up, a cookie, a wander through soho, good words at church, and home to get warm for the first time all day. 

Now it’s a two day week!
And Thanksgiving!
And an RLK bday weekend in DC!

Hope everyone else is just as pumped. 

*Technically this was my 8th but a friend used my bib for the Poland Spring 5 Miler. I’m signed up for the Jingle Bell Jog…just to keep me honest.

Thumbs up

In the past thirteen hours or so, my weekend food plans have gone from:

to 

I dedicate both of my thumbs up to this development.

A list of things that are spinning around in my brain as we trudge into the Final Summer Weekend. (<—Ugh, that has to be a lie, right?)

Pretty & Fun’sShops You Should Know" feature is an Etsy GODSEND. Also, this needs to be hanging in my cube, STAT. 

Caramelized Peaches + Cream + a Toasted Crumble

A definitive guide to fall essentials. Boom. Done.

Ask anyone I spoke to in the past few days, happening upon DJ Tanner’s instagram was 100% the highlight of my week. 

I plan on rereading “The Power of Meaninglessness" many times. 

Also, this post on dining in San Sebastian makes me wanna book a ticket…NOW. (And this insta is another to follow.)

I’m told there’s a new chocolate factory in town. Weekend plans have officially been amended. 

[photos: 1/2/3/4]

Weekend Favorites

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.

Facts

My first New York Weekend SINCE MAY. Loved it.

Knowledge acquired: 

  1. Heated Figure 4 will make you want to die.
  2. Running a race during a heat wave will render you useless for the better part of the afternoon.
  3. Cucumber Mint from Organic Avenue is not dinner and is absolutely not worth nine of your dollars. If you substitute this for real dinner you will inevitably inhale too many mint Oreos at babysitting. 
  4. Wear neon.
  5. Basil Mint Mojitos will make you happy 100% of the time.
  6. The beach is a good way to Sunday and a tan makes Monday morning the tiniest bit easier.

Okay, four days and a to-do list I could wallpaper my cube with stand between me and a Summer Friday BX Food Crawl. Annnnnnnd go.

Jorts + Saltwaters

Friday was for laying in the park with wine in plastic cups and for watching the sun until it was completely gone and for mosquito bite souvenirs. 

And on Saturday I made mint chip frozen greek yogurt and schlepped over for 1/2 a day at The Javits. Then I did the laundry and had a bowl of cherries and a Dark & Stormy and said over and over how it couldn’t possibly get hotter. And then when it did get hotter we went to a bar down the street (/crashed a Bar Mitzvah…only in Park Slope) and sat on picnic tables and drank beers and talked about Lobster Fest and socially acceptable levels of PDA.

On Sunday I went for the sweatiest run in the history of 2013 and spent the rest of the day in jorts + saltwaters. I made tahini ginger granola, and chickpea soup and popcorn chocolate chip cookies and watched Mad Men and waited for the rain. 

Today’s mantra: don’t live for the weekend…DON’T. But…

Le Weekend, a keyword summary:

Saturday: Thistle Hill Tavern brunch, a Williamsburg afternoon of Brooklyn Brewery and The Meatball Shop with the Wheelers (always unforgettable), and a Bat Mitzvah/Sound of Music-themed 27th birthday party in Greenpoint. (If you’ve never attended a party with “My Favorite Things” props in the photobooth, you’re doing it wrong). 

Sunday: Up late, a run to the bridge and back, a NAP, and a night spent introducing a new bunch to Pork Slope (at this point I believe my tots should be free).

Monday: Juventino brunch, elbowing my way through the Atlantic Terminal mall, day off things (taxes & laundry), kale pizza and hometown dates.

Cliffs notes: beer and food.