Happy New Year, you guys! It’s almost 5pm. I am showered and dressed, and have been for quite some time, but I’m pretty sure I’m going to put sweatpants on soon, eat some ice cream, and watch Arrested Development for the rest of the day soon. My yoga teacher yesterday read the following passage, which is amazing and something to keep in mind this year:
I had a lovely, low key New Years Eve last night. I’ve been seeing a ridiculously funny, sweet, intelligent, and incredibly adorable (and I don’t mean that in a patronizing way at all) guy for the last month and we made plans to go to dinner. We have a lot in common, including our meditation practices, so when I saw that the Downtown Meditation Community was doing a New Year’s Eve sitting, I suggested we go there before dinner (which he happily agreed to).
After 90 minutes of meditation and dharma talk, we hopped back on the 3 train uptown to head to Shalel on 70th and Columbus. It’s a really cute Morocan bar that’s underground and filled with rose peddles and candles. The food was really good, as were the drinks. I’ve been in there a few times before and have never noticed them playing any music but they definitely had music playing and it was awful. We played with the idea of going to Riposo 72 after, but it was a little packed and again, had awful music. Dakota Bar across the street was also packed so we ended up at Wine and Roses on Columbus and 74th, which was perfect. It was only half full and not playing horrible music. We got a bottle of wine and hung out until the clock struck midnight.
This morning we went to Tom’s Restaurant for brunch, walked around Columbia’s campus, and then walked around in St. John the Divine on Amsterdam, which I had amazingly never been in yet, even after 6 years of living on the Upper West Side.
I’m sad that I have no pictures from last night, as we both looked pretty classy (him in a black pinstripe suit and me in a black and silver skirt, black sweater, and black heels), but it’s alright. Better to be in the moment than taking photos the entire time (aka How I Usually Operate).
As promised: Time for ice cream and Netflix. Namaste.