I’d planned on having a quiet night in on Saturday night. I really did. I was planning on cooking, hanging out with the furbabies, and possibly reconnecting with my acoustic guitar for the first time in WAY too long. I’d gone to a Kundalini yoga class in the morning and to see Marvin’s Room with Matt (I heart him living closer) in the afternoon and I was getting ready to take off my clothes and settle in. I’d even canceled a tentatively planned date because it was quite obvious that neither one of us was all that interested in the other (as evidenced by our infrequent texts, inability to make ACTUAL PLANS, etc.). I wasn’t upset (my ambivalence over this perfectly nice dude was why I canceled). It just was what it was. I’d even made the choice NOT to ghost him and to actual tell him that I was canceling. #adulting
Then Kristen texted and said she was at a bar on the UES after a friend’s baby shower and I should come over. I dreaded the process of actually getting to the bar (Infirmary on 89th and 2nd) because it took forever last time I had to get to that area, but the train and bus actually synched up pretty well and I got there in 20 minutes. We ate appetizers, drank fRoses, and then I dragged Kristen a couple of blocks away to Caledonia East, a great Scottish cocktail bar where my friend was bartending for the night.
About 30 minutes after we arrived, I noticed a couple walk in and sit down next to us (technically next to Kristen) and I was 99% sure it was the guy I’d canceled on with a new date. I immediately felt less bad and laughed. Out loud. I think he saw me and they then moved to the far end of the bar and a few minutes later left altogether. I told Kristen and my friend who was bartending and we laughed at the coincidence that he would roll into the bar we were in out of all the others in the neighborhood. Only happens to me. (And I’m cool with that because it makes for a great story.) A little while later he texted me saying he was surprised I was on the east side. I guess it was him.
We Uber’ed it back to my apartment after a drink so I could feed my the furballs and we headed over to The Hamilton, which is owned by the same gentleman as Caledonia, and it is equally as amazing. After a few more drinks, we headed back to my apartment and promptly passed out. Kristen had planned to drive home about 5 hours earlier but any attempt to operate a motor vehicle in her (our) state would have resulted in a swift tit punch from yours truly, so she passed out on my couch and I in my bed.
It totally wasn’t the night either one of us had planned, but it was a great night. We spent morning eating egg and cheese sandwiches, snuggling with the cats, and watching The Big Short.
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Last Friday I ventured with my dude to the 92nd Street Y to see an evening of Instagram founder Mike Krieger in conversation with NewYorker.com editor Nick Thompson. It was in one of the Y’s smaller spaces that I’d never been in before so that was cool. We sat in the second row and awaited to hear the story of Instagram.
It turns out that Instagram started out an entirely other app and when he realized that the photo part was what was really catching on, they threw out the other app idea entirely and went with something that was really simple that was basically only photos, ie. Instagram.
J had one of his questions answered during the Q&A, which was very cool and he appreciated hearing it. The entire talk lasted about an hour. Afterward we grabbed some food at The District and headed back to Morningside Heights.
It’s always cool to take advantage of things like this, especially when they’re so close to home.
Movies, Marshmallows, and Moving
I had planned on going to my first yoga class in three (3!!) weeks on Friday afternoon until I received a notification that there was a fire in the building. Well, damn. Elliptical in my building’s gym it was.
The rest of Friday night was spent eating a delicious meal at Cascabel and watching Rosemary’s Baby with my dude. He really liked Rosemary’s Baby and I didn’t find it scary at all – just more silly than anything else. I was also admittedly falling asleep through parts of it. I just appreciated that they lived in The Dakota.
On Saturday we went for a nice run, followed by a long walk back up to my apartment, and brunch at The Ellington. We both had some things to take care of during the day (I cleaned out my closet and reorganized the storage underneath my bed – score!) but we reconvened at night and watched Catching Fire (because he’s a good sport) and made s’mores in the microwave. Seriously, it’s the best snack ever.
Sunday was spent brunching at The Penrose with my friend Ben and then finding this $1,250 rare breed of short haired Persian cat in a pet store on the UES. That cat is huge and it’s only 5 months old. I know you shouldn’t get pets from pet stores, but he was SO cute. Should I put together a GoFundMe to rescue it from the pet shop? We went into the UES Housing Works where I bought a dress for a 1920′s themed seance party that I’m going to later this month and I saw the above dress which looks shockingly like Glinda’s from Wicked. I have no idea how much it is, but if you’re looking for a Halloween costume, you should totally buy it.
I hit up a yoga class on the UES afterwards (never again – the teacher kept the room freezing the entire time which to me is a big no-no), went grocery shopping, and started going through my pictures from Scandinavia. More photos to come, don’t worry….
I got back to the office on Thursday after a 6-hour HR conference and our literary editor had left this on my desk. I was SO excited. After reading all the press about it, I started it that night and I’m more than halfway through it. It’s incredible. Martin is SO smart, yet somehow gets lot in this shit.
I sat down on the train tonight on my way home from the Bohemian Beer Garden in Astoria and I accidentally kicked the man sitting next to me when I crossed my legs. I immediately apologized and he said, “No need to apologize. You only have to apologize if you want to be one of those women. Absolutely disgusting.” I laughed and agreed with him, telling him that I aspired to be like them 0%. But then I wasn’t sure if he was being anti-feminist or pro-feminist.
I’m going to assume that he supports powerful women, not just those who live off their “wife bonuses.”
What’s the only logical thing to do after you’ve done yoga in a nightclub? Meditate, obviously.
The night after Willkommen Deep House Yoga, I was super excited go to the BE Society meeting because it was uptown this week. Upper east, but still, UPtown. It was held at the Erata Gallery on 80th and Madison. Leading us in an extra special meditation was breath work and incense expert Mei Yann Hwang. She uses sight, sound, and smell to lead groups through deeper meditation experiences. She’s traveled the world and collected wood and other things to burn so we had scents from around the world burning around us.
We all laid on the rugs in the gallery with eye masks on and let ourselves experience what it was we were going to experience. I know, eye masks sound weird, but it was really awesome, not being able to open your eyes any time you felt unsure of what was going on.
The gathering went on later than usual, but it was totally worth it.
It seems as though I’ve been spending a lot of time on the UES lately, and in keeping with that tradition tonight I tried the food at Southern Hospitality (@BBQNYC) on 77th and 2nd. My friend Tom and I decided we had a craving for ribs (it’s the Fourth of July after all!) and he suggested Southern Hospitality. I eat ribs once a year and it’s usually the Fourth of July. I can barely justify it to myself, but BBQ chicken and BBQ tofu just doesn’t hold a candle to BBQ ribs.
I have a vague memory of walking into this establishment once late at night back when I was in college and immediately thinking, “what a sh*thole!” and being relieved when my friend said we should go somewhere else. Needless to say, I didn’t have much hope for the food.
We sat outside which was quite nice and I’m extremely pleased to say that I thought the food was quite good (dare I even admit that I enjoyed it a bit more than the BBQ at Dinosaur BBQ?). I had the half-ribs/half-chicken combo and only made it through the ribs before asking for the chicken to be packed up to-go.
With the perfect seating, perfect weather, great company, and tasty food, this was a perfect way to end the 2nd day of the July Fourth weekend.
I first heard of Uva when an ex-boyfriend of mine recently moved into an apartment around the corner from the intimate Upper East Side establishment. So when I declined his offer to grab a drink there after work one day (no, it wasn’t like that), I always kept it in the back of my mind and it seemed like the perfect place to grab dinner and wine on Friday night with my friend Lindsay, who happened to know the bartender.
The place was packed, dimly lit and full of energy. We sat at the bar where she ordered a vodka and soda (standard, she said), and I ordered the red wine sangria (really tasty!). Upon viewing the menu, I decided to go for the Strozzapreti Integrali (whole wheat penne with tomatoes and melted mozzarella) and Lindsay opted for a variation of Pasta Bolognese. Both were delicious and worth the price tag (I usually can’t justify spending $17 on pasta).
Uva would probably make a great date spot for grabbing wine or dinner. I think it’s definitely worth of a return trip. If you’re ever in the neighborhood, you should definitely check it out.