This weekend weather has been relentlessly dull. Grey clouds, constant drizzle, and oh so hot. I dragged my sweaty ass out of the apartment, nonetheless and enjoyed myself (gasp). The subway stations in the summer time are arguably the most uncomfortable place in the city. It feels like you’re in a sauna, only the lovely smelling oils are replaced with piss and garbage. Going down into that sewage heat cellar after the gym is by far the worst. All I can think is why nobody around me is sweating. What the fuck kind of pores are these people sporting? I mean, I’m drenched in sweat trying not to touch anything and begging the universe to make my train appear like 5 minutes ago and the people next to me are just chilling on their phones. No sweat. Not even one drop. I don’t get it. It’s not just hot, it’s steaming. By the time I get onto the train I’m one sweat drop away from looking like I just stepped out of the shower. Continue reading “Heat. Goals. Snap Chat.”
I feel like this blog is some sort of hobby from a past life. I haven’t even thought about it since the last entry. How sad. I was already to go and start a whole new project: a book. That is until I realized I had too many other things on my plate at the moment. Writing a weekly entry in a blog takes time, but outlining/composing/editing an entire book is whole new ball game. One which I definitely plan to play, just not at the moment. Continue reading “Well, Hot Damn. It’s End of July.”
2016 is here. NYE in the city is crazy. Crazy expensive. Crazy drunken. And mainly crazy unattractive. So I stayed away. Instead I spent the evening with one of my lovely roommates and a few friends at a Brooklyn bar. Last year this time I was sick, alone, and in bed. I’d say I made quite an improvement. I wore my very favorite heels and vowed to wear them more often. Because they’re just too damn beautiful to sit all lonely in my closet. Continue reading “2016: My New Pink Gloves & the Central Park Proposal.”
I was reading through my previous posts and noticed something disappointing. I’ve stopped writing about (and paying attention to) the instances outside of my normal routine. I’m going to try something different for this week’s post.
February 2nd – February 8th
My Week In Thoughts.
I was at work looking out the window and all of the sudden the light rain churned to chunks of white whizzing from the sky. These were no ordinary snow flakes; whirling wildly around, creating a real life Instagram filter on the window.
The comic who thinks he’s god’s gift to women. HA. Your greasy hair is almost as repulsive as your un-deserved arrogance.
The couple next to me… Chatting away “omg, I’m just not ready. Blah blah.” Why come to a small underground space where some 20 musicians are jamming out beautiful bluegrass to spend the entire time blabbing?
I’m not a musician. I can’t easily tell if a song or a performance has technical merit with most instruments. I judge music based on how it makes me feel. A good song will make my nerves dance and my heart leap.
Most times I feel more comfortable alone in public spaces. Is that why I’m single?
I’m so glad I braved the mush, ice, and frozen thighs.
Underneath the sidewalks the lady in all black plays something sorrowful on her accordion while a hungry rat scurries across my over-sized snow boot.
His hair swoops perfectly to the left. My left, not his. There’s a layer of dirt under his fingernails. He’s reading intently, forehead down parallel with the dingy subway floor. He looks like a Jerry. Or Benny. No, probably Larry.
The underground fiddler plays twinkle twinkle little star for the cheerful toddler waiting for the choo choo train to arrive.
The lady who stands at the subway entrance at Canal st. spouting various brand names [“Gucci…. Chanel… “] and I have come to an understanding. What that understandings is, I’m not quite sure.
Sometimes I close my eyes and picture myself on a beach somewhere with the sun pinching my skin.
It doesn’t take long for me to realize the pinching I’m feeling is from this bitter fucking cold. I’ve about had enough. #onemoremonth
The guy discreetly (only not discreetly) practicing his latest latin dance moves. His feet and hips are shifting in rhythm. His left hand comes up for air, makes a slight shake, and back it goes into the pocket.
Living in NYC means you’re in a constant state of some level of un-comfort. Nowhere else in the world would I put up with being so fucking sweaty and cold at the same time. I didn’t even think that was possible.
Here I am, sitting on a bench at the NYC 8th street stop. My fingers so numb they hurt. My nose a broken water fountain. And this girl walks off the N in stilettos, thin panty hose, and a coat that barely makes it past her torso. I hope her legs fall off.
I think I’ll try doing stand up.
Holy Mother of England! I reach for my double soy latte in Park Slope’s cutest neighborhood coffee shop when I hear “Blimey! What’s that bloke done now?”. Two of the world’s most adorable English men sit by the tiny window drinking their coffee, reading their paper, and gossiping harder than middle schoolers. Both are rocking a unique set of spectacles. Happy Friday to me.
The warmth (and by warmth I mean upper 30s) of the weekend was worth the freezing hell that lead up to it. I didn’t even need a scarf at one point.
Saturday I learned the difference between a chamber orchestra and a symphony while in attendance of a chamber orchestra concert. My goodness, the sound of instruments well played is magic. True real-life magic. Musicians = Magicians.
I sat next to a concert cellist who is from Ekaterinburg. The city in Russia where I am from. BOOM.
Dance cabaret at Alvin Ailey, chamber orchestra concert at Lincoln Center, & an off-broadway play. All for $15. #doingitright
I started using hashtags?
Application Pending (starring Christina Bianco) was excellent. You in NY? Go see it.
The group of 6 ladies in their early 40s with fabulous New York accents sitting directly in front of me were the perfect pre-show.
[January 12th – 18th]
I forgot to wear a hat… can’t have another frozen forehead.
01.12: Today my mind went spiraling into itself on the subway ride home. It’s rather normal for me to get into deep discussions with myself while on the subway (it’s my favorite place in the whole city to really think). Of course I keep these discussions to myself, not to worry. I was listening to Jay Z’s NEW YORK blaring from the headphones directly behind me while my chin was getting tickled by the faux fur hood just inches below me (the lady was shorter than me(!)) when something someone said the other day trickled into my mind…
‘People are so isolated in NY’.
I’ve definitely heard this remark about NYC numerous times. I’ve always thought it was quite an odd observation. Sure, everyone has their own thing going on (and boy do people LOVE telling you how busy they are), but at the end of the day (literally) we’re smack tab smushed right beside one another listening to each other’s music and getting tickled by the other’s coats. I’m not exactly sure how that’s supposed to be isolation.
11pm on a Saturday night on the Q. This guy had the word ‘cool’ written all over him.
01.17: Woke up today with complete intention to do all of my to-do list [gym, clean, groceries]. I’ve cleaned so far and half the day has come and gone. I normally really like going to the gym… actually this is only true when I’ve already started my gym routine. Being sick really through me off the whole gym routine and getting back into it is such a pain. Excuses excuses. I know. I honestly probably won’t go today. I will definitely go tomorrow (I feel like I’ve heard this before). My healthy habits have taken a back seat to my lazy-ness. UGH. It’s also hard to eat right when grocery shopping is the bane of my existence!!! I’ve written about this before so there’s nothing new to say other than I REALLY need to go buy food or I’ll be succumbed to use Seamless again and let’s be honest, I’m not going to order a salad to get delivered. Nobody makes a better salad than me anyway, why bother. I’ve also managed to surpass my eating out budget for the month already. I’m normally really good with money… This is a sure tell sign that grocery shopping is a PAIN.
Ok. I’m done blaming the world for my health-defying habits. It’s definitely a pain to go to TJs, but it’s not impossible. There’s also a KeyFood a couple blocks away… maybe I’ll try shopping there.
I’m also like the #1 cheerleader for homemade food. It’s not THAT hard, just takes a bit more effort here. I see people using blogs as accountability for something they’d like to achieve, well I’d like to get my shit together and stop wasting my money (and loosing my health).
Next week I’ll take a photo of all my meals. Taking accountability!! Woot. I’m also going to the gym if it freaking kills me.
In other news… this week has been generally great. Job is still A for Awesome.
– Unlimited Sangria & Meangirls trivia in the LES. It was so cold on my way home that I started jogging only to realize the wind felt worse that way, clearly I didn’t have enough Sangria.
– Continued My obsession with Red Bean Cakes… seriously, I want to buy these bad boys in bulk from China town (the lady at my corner store is making a killing off of me with these things).
– Started using the term ‘bad boys’ to refer to anything with a multiple… I should stop.
– Went to a ‘house’ party in Alphabet city. It really is remarkable how many people can fit into NY apartments when they really try.
– Discovered my immediate need (want) for a polaroid camera at said party. SO GOOD.
Side note… I brushed my teeth while wearing all outdoor gear. Not exactly ground breaking news. I know. I was already out the door when I decided I should brush my teeth… well getting allllll layered up again just wasn’t an option. Never done that before.
Another side note… remember my post Personal Wishlist? Of course not… nobody read it. Well, I found the list I made back in April in a purse pocket.
01.18. Rainnnnn so much rain! If it wasn’t for my new rain boots begging me to play in some puddles, I would say the weather today SUCKED. But, I have new rain boots and a badass umbrella so I was set.
I still needed a long coat (my thighs are following suit and beginning to hurt) so I headed to an epic thrift shop in the East Village called No Revelations. I always love walking through the East Village… even on rainy days.
After hunting and capturing my new coat (epic find btw), I went to my Sunday Russian Film Club (formal name to come :). We ordered from the local Ukrainian restaurant and stuffed our faces with Perogies. It’s been like 4 hours and I’m still feeling the effects of my food coma. We watched My Perestroika.
Not the healthiest of meals, but just on Sundays 🙂 That’s a piece of delicious Kelbasa a top the mountain of dumplings (perogies with ‘meat’, sauerkraut and mushroom, potatoes, and farmers cheese). I can now die happy.
My 3am ride home on the subway… SO glad I woke up at my stop.
So I’ll end on this note… The office building that I work in is called WeWork, which is it’s own organization. It’s pretty great. Our office is one of many on our floor and a few other folks bring their doggie best friends to work. The result? We get adorable pups strolling in and out of our office on a regular basis. This Friday we got a visit from TWO pups.
Happy Sunday, have a great week!