alright alright, back to this. what are we up to.. the week of january 31? prompt!
saw angelo from top chef at lunch one day in midtown. brad nate or i may have been anonymously quoted: “‘He’s so tall!’ gushed one man to his friend.”
adrienne was in town from philly that week and we met up on friday february 4 at eataly. meh food (at the pizza/pasta place), really cool space. the last time i saw her was in august—i was in philly (at brad’s before interviewing for my current job) and we talked for a long while on a bench in rittenhouse square. it was great catching up again and hearing about the old philly crew. i forced her across the street to see that sweet light sculpture in madison square park (it’s being taken down tomorrow! go walk by it tonight!).
she said bye and 30 minutes later john was in my apartment for the weekend. of course his entrance was dramatic—damsel simply could not conquer my third floor walk-up, and he made sure the whole building knew it. he got his obligatory introduction to pieces, where matt met us before going to gumbo. gumbo has sort of lost its appeal for me. sweet space, fun people.. but why does it clear out so early? if i’m treking to dumbo i’d like to make a night of it. and twice a month now? new york party planners need to take some notes from the DC scene. or maybe i just need to find the right parties.
saturday was fantastic! john had about zero desire to see american idiot, but i convinced him we should enter the lottery.. and he won! second row seats for the second weekend in a row, for me. and melissa etheridge was performing in it!! we stuck around after and when she came out i told her “i saw billie joe perform last weekend and you were 10x better,” which was sort of a flattering lie, and like a political pro she responded “oh no, we’re just different.” i also told one of the other lead guys that we think he’s great—he smiled. man when did i become such a groupie and so smooth with small talk?
walked around a bit in soho after. john bought some tretorns—between our identical shoes and identical coats, i’m glad he lives in DC. stumbled upon some cute little cubana place for dinner. and that night met up with jon and scott! hadn’t seen them in ages. not sure they were feeling boiler room and eastern bloc heh oops, but it was good to catch up and hear about DC and life etc etc.
sunday was gorgeous (by east coast winter standards at least)—40s, sunny, people eating outside in the west village. we ate and gawked at tartine, saw a guy try at two different marc jacobs stores to return cologne (denied both times—a non-returnable item, it seems), walked the highline, stopped by chelsea market (i had never been—it’s.. meh), got yelled at by a mcqueen saleswoman for taking a picture (sheesh she was not nice at all), had a heart to heart about life and friends in washington square and then he was off!
i met tyler at eastern bloc later that afternoon—$2 champagne drinks til 7pm are becoming a nice little routine of ours. it was also the super bowl that sunday, which i watched partially at boiler room (free food!) and partially at nowhere, and partially scowled when my foursquare check-in didn’t yield the badge i was promised.
i talked to a really old guy at nowhere for a while. like, older than my parents old. it wasn’t creepy, don’t worry. he was friendly and entertaining, but boy did it make me not want to become an old dude. as i was leaving, a (gasp) woman gave me a balloon and i tied it around my wrist and walked home. and so continues 2011’s theme of trying to stay young.
