We'll Talk About This In The Morning

“Three day weekend” is officially my new favorite phrase.

How glorious to wake up on a Monday morning, realize you’re late for work, subsequently realize that it is freezing outside, it is indeed a holiday, and go right back to sleep for two hours.

Our weekend with RM was nothing short of whirlwind, which is what he always promises on his trips to the city. Friday night AV’s sister AV (we’ll call her AV II to avoid confusion) flew into town for the weekend. RM had already been here- I was greeted in my room by his two big bags full of business professional/business casual/weekend city GQ sprawling in all directions. The three of them left and went to see Mary Poppins, and KR and I were content with a night indoors.

Saturday we woke up to a deceivingly sunny day. It was also frigid. KR and I dragged RM out of the house and out to the new Magnolia Bakery, which is now located in dangerously close proximity to our apartment. They grabbed cupcakes and we jumped on the C-train going downtown to Union Square.

RM browsed the artists in the park while KR and I ventured into Forever 21. A great place for inexpensive and fun clothes, I was confused to find some weird “collection” they’ve started, which is basically like all the other clothes they sell, just with different tags and higher prices. Who do they think they’re fooling here?

We weaved in and out of other furniture stores, a burger place, TJ Maxx, etc. before heading home. We headed home early because AV had made everyone dinner reservations at La Esquina. With five people getting ready in one bathroom, we walked out the door about ten minutes before the reservation. Feeling ambitious on our way to the subway, we spotted a three-door antique dresser on the side of our street with a sign attached that read ‘please give me a good home (sad face)”.

As if on cue, RM picked it up and started walking back to our place. Being the only girl who wore flats, I helped. We had to shove into a cab, and were still about 25 minutes late for our reservation, but they let us in anyways. There were earpieces, walkie talkies and lists involved, but we still got in. Thank goodness too, because the Bistec tacos at La Esquina would have been missed.

We roamed around in the plummeting temperatures, looking for a bar some of RM’s college friends had mentioned to him earlier. Come to find out, it doesn’t exist anymore. Neato.

AV and AV II headed home for the evening after a long day walking around the city, and so KR, RM and I found a laid back bar called the Spring Lounge to sit and chat in until the rest of the city finally decided it was late enough and cold enough to go outside. We got corner seats on wooden benches by the windows, which were perfect for people- watching inside and outside while all the hipsters ventured into their trendy venues of choice.

RM’s friends from college, as well as friends of those friends, met up with us along the way, and we ended up at a crowded bar on Ludlow street on the Lower East Side. We paid five dollars to go upstairs, hoping it would be less crowded, and found it much less so, and with a good DJ. RM made it his job to make sure everyone was having a good time, and KR and I ended up hanging out with two guys from Boston. The guy I talked to got my number before I left, and I was joking with KR thinking that I am now “ Texas Girl from some New York bar” in his phone.

All of this after a day spent listening to RM lecture us about how you can meet nice people at bars. Being accused for years of being snobby and picky when it comes to guys, we finally heard RM say that he was “so proud” of us. Thanks, Dad.

Sunday involved a trip (actually two) to Ikea in New Jersey, which is another story for another day. Probably tomorrow… maybe Wednesday. I’m also going to get with the program on my picture posting. Even though I glow like Casper under a flash these days.

“Enjoy yourself. These are the good old days you’re going to miss in the years ahead.”
- Anonymous