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The Lowell: An Iconic New York Luxury Boutique Hotel That’s Definitely Worth Knowing About

The Lowell: An Iconic New York Luxury Boutique Hotel That’s Definitely Worth Knowing About

The Lowell Hotel, located on New York City’s Upper East Side, is in league with grand dames like The St. Regis, The Ritz-Carlton, and other legendarily luxurious New York institutions. Which is a very good thing: The 74-room Lowell is a little jewel box of a hotel, offering personalized service and recently renovated to include a beautiful club room, an upscale cocktail bar, and one of the finest French restaurants in the city.

The Lowell was constructed in 1927, and it remains independently owned and operated. Its exterior blends in with the other apartment buildings and townhouses on the block, but the lobby is elegant and dripping with marble.

Just off the lobby is the elegant Club Room, with its crown moldings, wood paneling, French Oak parquet floors, comfortable seating, and a fireplace (needless to say, it’s a great spot for afternoon tea); Jacques, a cozy cocktail bar with an antique mirrored ceiling; and the one year-old Majorelle, an impossibly elegant dining room serving high-end French fare that would feel right at home in any of Paris’ most luxurious hotels.

Upon check-in during a recent visit to the hotel at their invitation, we were handed an actual key, complete with its own tassel, which we returned to the desk any time we left the hotel and reclaimed upon our return (a classic style that few large-scale hotels would even consider employing now). Our room, decorated in a palette of cream, beige, and brown, was absolutely beautiful, with a super-soft king bed with 300-thread-count Frette linens and a cashmere throw, a large antique Oriental rug over a hardwood floor, his-and-hers closets, windows on two sides (thanks to a small alley), a huge TV, and a granite-topped kitchenette bar featuring a well-stocked mini-bar and six different drinking vessels (coffee mug, tea cup, rocks glass, highball, wine glass, and snifter). The bathroom was all marble, with two sinks with high-end fixtures, a separate water closet, and a huge shower.

There are also many suites, some of which are among the only hotel rooms in the city to boast wood-burning fireplaces; someone will come and build a fire for you (with custom scents, if desired) on command. While the guest rooms are comfortable and luxurious, the suites, which the hotel developed with interior designer Michael Smith (who famously was the interior decorator for the Obama White House), really have the feel of luxury apartments, complete with terraces and kitchens. There’s a reason why The Lowell is a home away from home for so many.

If you’ve ever visited La Grenouille, one of the few remaining old-guard French restaurants in the city, then you probably encountered Charles Masson, who both ran the front of house and designed the restaurant’s signature floral spreads for 40 years before leaving in 2014. The elegant Masson has few equals in the industry, and he’s found a new home at The Lowell’s restaurant, Majorelle. Opened last year after a three-year, $25 million renovation that also created the Club Room and Jacques, Majorelle is a luxurious (and luxuriously pricey) upscale French restaurant that fits right in with the neighborhood and the hotel’s brand of opulence. Also designed by Smith, the restaurant boasts vaulted ceilings, a pleasing cream-and-gold color scheme, an Italian marble floor, and plenty of fresh flowers (arranged by Masson, of course).


We dined there for lunch, and had the opportunity to sit under a retractable roof in an outdoor garden complete with plantings, fountains, and a fireplace. Masson greeted us with a glass of Champagne (now that’s hospitality!), and gave us the opportunity to peruse the menu from chef Richard Brower and pastry chef David Carmichael. The kitchen is one of the few in the city to have its own braisière for broths, sauces, and soups; there’s an oven reserved exclusively for soufflés, and Carmichael mills his flour in-house.

We started our meal with fresh local asparagus topped with a buttery blend of fresh mushrooms and herbs as well as a salad of crab and avocado surrounded with mango coulis; the asparagus was perfectly cooked and nicely paired with the sautéed mushrooms, and the crab salad was generously-portioned and super-fresh. For the main course, we sampled the veal scallopine with artichokes, pistachio, and beurre noisette and a risotto aux fines herbes; the nicely browned slices of veal played well with earthy, tender artichoke hearts and the rich sauce, and toasted pistachios and chunks of fresh lemon provided a nice textural contrast and just the right amount of acidic brightness, respectively. As for the risotto, it was rich and perfectly cooked, studded with an ample amount of fresh herbs and surrounded by a drizzle of herb oil.


We also sprung for a cheese soufflé, which arrived fluffy and light as a cloud; we’re honestly surprised it didn’t float away. It still packed a deeply cheesy (and deeply satisfying) punch, however, and it still managed to vanish before our eyes. I can’t pass up a canelé when I see one, and the ones made in-house here over a multi-day process were essentially flawless, creamy and custardy on the inside; chewy and caramelized on the outside. House-made vanilla ice cream was also far more delicious than expected. From start to finish, this was easily a Michelin-quality meal. The restaurant has also launched a $40, 40-minute "Express Lunch" of two courses plus coffee and petits fours, served at Majorelle and Jacques Tuesdays through Saturdays from noon to 2:30.

Whether you’re looking for a high-end hotel for a trip to New York but don’t want to sacrifice the personalized service of a boutique or are looking for a romantic setting for a special occasion lunch or dinner or a fancy cocktail, The Lowell is definitely be a hotel you should know about. I’d say that they really don’t make them like this anymore, but apparently, they still do.

The hotel stay and meals that were the subject of this review were provided at no cost to the writer.


A Gator in Gotham

Long time no post! April has been a busy month. New York has seen a few more weeks of chilly blasts. It’s almost like NYC had an abysmal breakup with winter this year – together, split, together, split, etc. I went home to Florida two weekends ago and swapped out my wardrobe for spring/summer, so it’s ALL COLOR ALL THE TIME from here on out through early fall. I own way more shorts/sundresses/sandals/swimsuits than winter gear, so it’s a return to normalcy.

Wednesday officially marked my year and a half anniversary in NYC. Eighteen months of being a city girl and I couldn’t be more proud of myself. Real talk – April has been a really great month in my life and I’m incredibly grateful. We had a huge plan due for the client this month, but hours are manageable and I’ve been leaving ON TIME. It is so invigorating to not be so frazzled for long nights at the office right now due to planning cycle seasonality. With this newfound “me” time, I’ve had a few pole dance lessons with Alara that made me look forward to Tuesday nights each week. I’m actually pretty decent at it. It’s not whore-ish, it’s empowering because of how much core training it takes AND I’m doing it for myself, not a man. It gives me a chance to get out of my comfort zone and still feel good in my own skin. I’ve been crafting a lot for Robyn’s wedding festivities – sitting on my living room rug surrounded by Diet Coke, scissors, paper scraps and ribbon is my preferred therapy. I recently signed up for Class Pass in order to get back to feeling grounded and less anxious in addition to the upcoming beach season – I feel so much more at peace when I sweat out all the negativity. I’ve already taken four spinning classes and LOVE this method of gymming. With the warm weather slowly trickling in and a lot of friend’s having spring birthdays, my social calendar is full.

The only not-so-great thing is the amount of money I’ve been spending lately. Being a MoH does not come cheap – I have a hotel suite currently booked on my credit card for the bachelorette party (to be divided among the girls once they can RSVP and pay me but still), along with starting to buy decorations, gifts, favors, snacks/drinks for the hotel room, etc. as well as an actual bus ticket for the weekend. I had Polly’s bachelorette brunch to attend last weekend too, which set me back a good chunk of change for the gift and afternoon’s festivities. Carl’s 30th birthday weekend is this weekend, so getting paid will help soften the blow a bit. I get a little antsy when I have to swipe my card or crack open my wallet frequently in a short time period – yes, I do have savings, but it really freaks me out when sometimes I have to spend a lot without being able to space it out. I can’t help feeling the way I do. I don’t like dipping into savings to temporarily cover myself because I don’t always trust myself with replacing what I take. I’m very harsh on myself to the point where I refuse to go out and get lunch or do errands in order to counterbalance, when I really should just stop eating seeds for lunch some days and go get real groceries or buy lunch. An $8 salad won’t kill me every now and again, I guess. I love my friends and I am so honored to partake in their milestone events, I just have to manage myself better. I’ll go hard this weekend and tighten the financial belt for the next few weeks.

With that being said, like the song says, I really can’t complain about much these days, I believe [I]’ll be ok. Parts of the adulthood puzzle are falling into place – I’ve never felt that way before. I’m proud of my current state in my career, I have a work-life balance (since it’s not annual planning season), I’m getting back to working out regularly again, I have time for hobbies and an active social life. After three months of this acne treatment, it’s finally pretty much cleared up! Hallelujah! I’m saving up for two new traveling adventures this year with my family. I’m going to be standing behind my best friend as she starts her new life chapter as a wife, supporting her every step of the way and doing everything to make sure I send her off into married life with a bang. Lately I think 2015 might be the year that I’m starting to get the hang of it all, and while it’s not 100% perfect and happy all the time, I’m slowly making peace with adulthood. These feelings are recent and will still need time to develop, but I’m really working on myself these days, trying to make myself happy in all aspects of life. Not only giving more of myself to the important people in my life, but also letting people in – that’s a huge undertaking for me. Maybe that’s part of growing up – learning to shake off old demons, move forward, and listen to your inner self.

I digress, end of my musings. Here are the highlights of the past weeks:

Dinner with my work team at Fig & Olive in the Meatpacking District – highly recommend! They have multiple locations around the city. I ordered this drink called the Piscine (pool” in French), and it was pretty much an alcoholic equivalent of a refreshing swim – sparkling white wine served on ice with wine-soaked strawberries floating in the glass. It was a long, crazy dinner full of laughs with my team.

Happy hour with Sofia, my fellow planner, and some of our reps at the Jimmy rooftop and then Koi for dinner. We work closely with these reps but finally got to meet them in person, and it was a great night out. The sunset was slightly warm on the rooftop bar – enough to let me slip off my wool coat for a few minutes to feel some rays on my arms. I’m not crazy about sushi because I’m usually hungry about an hour after eating it, but Koi is always delish. I entertained the table with my college’s claim to fame – the invention of Gatorade.

Robyn’s bridal shower in Florida – huge success. I’m so glad it all went so smoothly and she loved it. The night before was a little crazy since I was fighting a cold and still had a lot to assemble (I had to ship things ahead of time and travel with the rest of the décor in my suitcases), but you would never be able to tell at the actual event. My dad said I walked in the front door after the event and promptly sunk into the couch, out like a light within minutes out of sheer exhaustion. During the weekend though, I got some much-needed quality family time. It was too short, but I’m saving the bulk of vacation days for later on in the year for other family vacations anyway. I at least got to soak up some perfect beach weather with Robyn on Friday, go shopping for new spring clothes, eat Chik-fil-A, take a bubble bath and snuggle with my pup. I made reservations at a vegan restaurant for my mom, so my dad and I expanded our palates for the evening. It’s not as odd as it sounds – it’s all very fresh and had a lot of veggies. Daddy and I got to partake in our tradition of grocery shopping together, with gloriously stocked, wide aisles, friendly staff and hardly any customers. Publix has their slogan right – it really is where shopping is a pleasure. With my mom’s veganism, I was worried about the dynamic around meals and cooking. We’ve “done the kitchen dance” together for as long as I can remember, baking holiday goodies of all kinds together, sharing recipes and ingredients. I thought our tradition was lost, and that really saddened me. However, we still got to do it that weekend – I’m 2 for 2 with dabbling in vegan dessert recipes now, so we can all enjoy. I whipped up perfectly chewy dark chocolate raspberry cookies – you would have NO idea that they’re vegan. Life changes, and I’ve learned to roll with it. I’m just glad we can still cook together! My dad was super excited to have someone else to fire up the grill for, though, and we both enjoyed filet mignon with asparagus and cheesy, buttery baked potatoes for a Sunday night dinner. It was really hard to leave, but it’s not so bad knowing I’ll see them soon in mid-July.

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I sprained my foot while up to some drunken dancing debauchery at Polly’s bachelorette brunch the following weekend. After a long meal, we bar hopped around Meatpacking, making stops at The Standard and some dive bar with hundreds of bras as wall decorations. It was a beautifully sunny and warm day outside, I was buzzed, and some good oldies tunes were playing in the bar. I felt compelled to join in on the makeshift dance floor, but oh boy did I pay for it! I’m guessing the alcohol dulled the pain, because I walked around thinking someone had stepped on my foot. I got a cab home around 7pm, and still didn’t feel much more than a normal bruise. I washed off my makeup, took out my contacts and changed clothes, climbing into bed after a full day (I had woken up early for spin class so the day felt super long by then). I woke up around midnight with SEARING pain on my foot. HOLY SHIT. Not good. Since I have a loft bed in this studio, it’s even scarier to have to try to hobble up and down a ladder (especially when I drank a TON of water) on a busted foot. I didn’t want to turn on the light but knew something was wrong. I placed a small baggie of ice on it and went back to sleep.

By morning, my foot had a giant blue golf ball on it. I couldn’t walk for real now. I had to maneuver a crawl down the ladder and around my apartment floor – trust me, it’s aggravating. I’m sure my clumsy crawling with a busted foot and serious pain running through my body were super loud on my old floorboards, much to the aggravation of my neighbor in the apartment directly underneath. He actually typed me a bitchy note earlier that week about my “incessant stomping at all hours of the night” and how as a “lease-paying tenant, [he] was guaranteed utmost quiet and [I] was violating a contract.”

My two cents – I have area rugs on the majority of my floors and I’m usually laying in bed by 11pm or 12am, so I have no clue where this was coming from. I’ve since found out that it’s my blow dryer sound. I’ve lived here for a year and a half and use my blow dryer at this same time slot multiple times a week. I have not modified my schedule. My bathroom single outlet is eight feet in the air and is impossible to use to dry my hair, so I use my living room power strip. This asshole actually starts pounding up on the ceiling when I turn it on. Yes, I just put extra grease on all doors as a precaution to be extra quiet all around, but I should be allowed to use my hair dryer when I want as another lease-paying tenant. Sorry not sorry.

Anyway, with no roommate or any friend awake at 8am on a Sunday, I finally realized I couldn’t crawl the two blocks to CVS. No way. I ended up ordering an ACE bandage, Advil, Gatorade, popcorn and Sour Patch Kids (needed to meet the $ minimum and needed a treat too) from Delivery.com. In NYC, if you have the cash, you can pretty much get anything. I paid nearly $40 for those goods, but they came directly to my front door within an hour. My foot felt 100x better with a compression bandage on it! Still, it sucks being out of commission especially in such a fast-paced city like NYC. I spent the day watching endless Hulu Plus and Netflix shows, with my foot propped up on pillows with ice. That’s all I really had the capacity to do anyway. Maybe sometimes you need an entire lazy day like those to unwind…I don’t get them often here. I’m still hobbling around and wincing, but each day it gets a teeny bit better. I think I’ll be normal soon, but it’s definitely an experience in NYC to have to limp in the subway and have people crowding past you. Oh lord.

I also had my first experience with jury duty this week. In New York, they make you serve two full days. The first day starts off with trying to fill the primary case in question, and if that pool doesn’t account for enough jurors, they continue the search with a new pool and the rejected people still have to wait to see if other court cases want to take them in for further questioning on other cases. EW. No one wants to be there, and the whole NY legal thing is massive. Multiple buildings – the judicial area of NYC is right next to Chinatown and is basically its own separate neighborhood. Overall it ends up being two days of filling out questionnaires and hoping your name card isn’t called. At least its proximity to Chinatown made me excited on the first day. I didn’t pack a lunch, so I remembered mine and Alara’s visit to Nom Wah last year and headed over there during a short walk. REAL Chinese food – not friend rice and egg rolls. I got called once on the second day for further questioning for potential selection, but luckily I was at the end of the line and they filled the jury before I made it into the room. PHEW! They have WiFi in the waiting rooms, but it’s painfully slow and constantly disconnects so you can’t get anything done. I was glad to be over with it and finally catch up on two days of missed work. I came into the office for two hours after the first day to help keep the return workload down, but it’s not the same as being here for a full day.

The key to jury duty is claiming to be a total nutcase.

Even with my shrinking wallet, stupid injury and two days of jury duty, life is pretty sweet. I honestly can’t complain about much these days. You know what? That’s such a freeing thing to say. I just need to figure out how to channel it moving forward.


A Gator in Gotham

Long time no post! April has been a busy month. New York has seen a few more weeks of chilly blasts. It’s almost like NYC had an abysmal breakup with winter this year – together, split, together, split, etc. I went home to Florida two weekends ago and swapped out my wardrobe for spring/summer, so it’s ALL COLOR ALL THE TIME from here on out through early fall. I own way more shorts/sundresses/sandals/swimsuits than winter gear, so it’s a return to normalcy.

Wednesday officially marked my year and a half anniversary in NYC. Eighteen months of being a city girl and I couldn’t be more proud of myself. Real talk – April has been a really great month in my life and I’m incredibly grateful. We had a huge plan due for the client this month, but hours are manageable and I’ve been leaving ON TIME. It is so invigorating to not be so frazzled for long nights at the office right now due to planning cycle seasonality. With this newfound “me” time, I’ve had a few pole dance lessons with Alara that made me look forward to Tuesday nights each week. I’m actually pretty decent at it. It’s not whore-ish, it’s empowering because of how much core training it takes AND I’m doing it for myself, not a man. It gives me a chance to get out of my comfort zone and still feel good in my own skin. I’ve been crafting a lot for Robyn’s wedding festivities – sitting on my living room rug surrounded by Diet Coke, scissors, paper scraps and ribbon is my preferred therapy. I recently signed up for Class Pass in order to get back to feeling grounded and less anxious in addition to the upcoming beach season – I feel so much more at peace when I sweat out all the negativity. I’ve already taken four spinning classes and LOVE this method of gymming. With the warm weather slowly trickling in and a lot of friend’s having spring birthdays, my social calendar is full.

The only not-so-great thing is the amount of money I’ve been spending lately. Being a MoH does not come cheap – I have a hotel suite currently booked on my credit card for the bachelorette party (to be divided among the girls once they can RSVP and pay me but still), along with starting to buy decorations, gifts, favors, snacks/drinks for the hotel room, etc. as well as an actual bus ticket for the weekend. I had Polly’s bachelorette brunch to attend last weekend too, which set me back a good chunk of change for the gift and afternoon’s festivities. Carl’s 30th birthday weekend is this weekend, so getting paid will help soften the blow a bit. I get a little antsy when I have to swipe my card or crack open my wallet frequently in a short time period – yes, I do have savings, but it really freaks me out when sometimes I have to spend a lot without being able to space it out. I can’t help feeling the way I do. I don’t like dipping into savings to temporarily cover myself because I don’t always trust myself with replacing what I take. I’m very harsh on myself to the point where I refuse to go out and get lunch or do errands in order to counterbalance, when I really should just stop eating seeds for lunch some days and go get real groceries or buy lunch. An $8 salad won’t kill me every now and again, I guess. I love my friends and I am so honored to partake in their milestone events, I just have to manage myself better. I’ll go hard this weekend and tighten the financial belt for the next few weeks.

With that being said, like the song says, I really can’t complain about much these days, I believe [I]’ll be ok. Parts of the adulthood puzzle are falling into place – I’ve never felt that way before. I’m proud of my current state in my career, I have a work-life balance (since it’s not annual planning season), I’m getting back to working out regularly again, I have time for hobbies and an active social life. After three months of this acne treatment, it’s finally pretty much cleared up! Hallelujah! I’m saving up for two new traveling adventures this year with my family. I’m going to be standing behind my best friend as she starts her new life chapter as a wife, supporting her every step of the way and doing everything to make sure I send her off into married life with a bang. Lately I think 2015 might be the year that I’m starting to get the hang of it all, and while it’s not 100% perfect and happy all the time, I’m slowly making peace with adulthood. These feelings are recent and will still need time to develop, but I’m really working on myself these days, trying to make myself happy in all aspects of life. Not only giving more of myself to the important people in my life, but also letting people in – that’s a huge undertaking for me. Maybe that’s part of growing up – learning to shake off old demons, move forward, and listen to your inner self.

I digress, end of my musings. Here are the highlights of the past weeks:

Dinner with my work team at Fig & Olive in the Meatpacking District – highly recommend! They have multiple locations around the city. I ordered this drink called the Piscine (pool” in French), and it was pretty much an alcoholic equivalent of a refreshing swim – sparkling white wine served on ice with wine-soaked strawberries floating in the glass. It was a long, crazy dinner full of laughs with my team.

Happy hour with Sofia, my fellow planner, and some of our reps at the Jimmy rooftop and then Koi for dinner. We work closely with these reps but finally got to meet them in person, and it was a great night out. The sunset was slightly warm on the rooftop bar – enough to let me slip off my wool coat for a few minutes to feel some rays on my arms. I’m not crazy about sushi because I’m usually hungry about an hour after eating it, but Koi is always delish. I entertained the table with my college’s claim to fame – the invention of Gatorade.

Robyn’s bridal shower in Florida – huge success. I’m so glad it all went so smoothly and she loved it. The night before was a little crazy since I was fighting a cold and still had a lot to assemble (I had to ship things ahead of time and travel with the rest of the décor in my suitcases), but you would never be able to tell at the actual event. My dad said I walked in the front door after the event and promptly sunk into the couch, out like a light within minutes out of sheer exhaustion. During the weekend though, I got some much-needed quality family time. It was too short, but I’m saving the bulk of vacation days for later on in the year for other family vacations anyway. I at least got to soak up some perfect beach weather with Robyn on Friday, go shopping for new spring clothes, eat Chik-fil-A, take a bubble bath and snuggle with my pup. I made reservations at a vegan restaurant for my mom, so my dad and I expanded our palates for the evening. It’s not as odd as it sounds – it’s all very fresh and had a lot of veggies. Daddy and I got to partake in our tradition of grocery shopping together, with gloriously stocked, wide aisles, friendly staff and hardly any customers. Publix has their slogan right – it really is where shopping is a pleasure. With my mom’s veganism, I was worried about the dynamic around meals and cooking. We’ve “done the kitchen dance” together for as long as I can remember, baking holiday goodies of all kinds together, sharing recipes and ingredients. I thought our tradition was lost, and that really saddened me. However, we still got to do it that weekend – I’m 2 for 2 with dabbling in vegan dessert recipes now, so we can all enjoy. I whipped up perfectly chewy dark chocolate raspberry cookies – you would have NO idea that they’re vegan. Life changes, and I’ve learned to roll with it. I’m just glad we can still cook together! My dad was super excited to have someone else to fire up the grill for, though, and we both enjoyed filet mignon with asparagus and cheesy, buttery baked potatoes for a Sunday night dinner. It was really hard to leave, but it’s not so bad knowing I’ll see them soon in mid-July.

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I sprained my foot while up to some drunken dancing debauchery at Polly’s bachelorette brunch the following weekend. After a long meal, we bar hopped around Meatpacking, making stops at The Standard and some dive bar with hundreds of bras as wall decorations. It was a beautifully sunny and warm day outside, I was buzzed, and some good oldies tunes were playing in the bar. I felt compelled to join in on the makeshift dance floor, but oh boy did I pay for it! I’m guessing the alcohol dulled the pain, because I walked around thinking someone had stepped on my foot. I got a cab home around 7pm, and still didn’t feel much more than a normal bruise. I washed off my makeup, took out my contacts and changed clothes, climbing into bed after a full day (I had woken up early for spin class so the day felt super long by then). I woke up around midnight with SEARING pain on my foot. HOLY SHIT. Not good. Since I have a loft bed in this studio, it’s even scarier to have to try to hobble up and down a ladder (especially when I drank a TON of water) on a busted foot. I didn’t want to turn on the light but knew something was wrong. I placed a small baggie of ice on it and went back to sleep.

By morning, my foot had a giant blue golf ball on it. I couldn’t walk for real now. I had to maneuver a crawl down the ladder and around my apartment floor – trust me, it’s aggravating. I’m sure my clumsy crawling with a busted foot and serious pain running through my body were super loud on my old floorboards, much to the aggravation of my neighbor in the apartment directly underneath. He actually typed me a bitchy note earlier that week about my “incessant stomping at all hours of the night” and how as a “lease-paying tenant, [he] was guaranteed utmost quiet and [I] was violating a contract.”

My two cents – I have area rugs on the majority of my floors and I’m usually laying in bed by 11pm or 12am, so I have no clue where this was coming from. I’ve since found out that it’s my blow dryer sound. I’ve lived here for a year and a half and use my blow dryer at this same time slot multiple times a week. I have not modified my schedule. My bathroom single outlet is eight feet in the air and is impossible to use to dry my hair, so I use my living room power strip. This asshole actually starts pounding up on the ceiling when I turn it on. Yes, I just put extra grease on all doors as a precaution to be extra quiet all around, but I should be allowed to use my hair dryer when I want as another lease-paying tenant. Sorry not sorry.

Anyway, with no roommate or any friend awake at 8am on a Sunday, I finally realized I couldn’t crawl the two blocks to CVS. No way. I ended up ordering an ACE bandage, Advil, Gatorade, popcorn and Sour Patch Kids (needed to meet the $ minimum and needed a treat too) from Delivery.com. In NYC, if you have the cash, you can pretty much get anything. I paid nearly $40 for those goods, but they came directly to my front door within an hour. My foot felt 100x better with a compression bandage on it! Still, it sucks being out of commission especially in such a fast-paced city like NYC. I spent the day watching endless Hulu Plus and Netflix shows, with my foot propped up on pillows with ice. That’s all I really had the capacity to do anyway. Maybe sometimes you need an entire lazy day like those to unwind…I don’t get them often here. I’m still hobbling around and wincing, but each day it gets a teeny bit better. I think I’ll be normal soon, but it’s definitely an experience in NYC to have to limp in the subway and have people crowding past you. Oh lord.

I also had my first experience with jury duty this week. In New York, they make you serve two full days. The first day starts off with trying to fill the primary case in question, and if that pool doesn’t account for enough jurors, they continue the search with a new pool and the rejected people still have to wait to see if other court cases want to take them in for further questioning on other cases. EW. No one wants to be there, and the whole NY legal thing is massive. Multiple buildings – the judicial area of NYC is right next to Chinatown and is basically its own separate neighborhood. Overall it ends up being two days of filling out questionnaires and hoping your name card isn’t called. At least its proximity to Chinatown made me excited on the first day. I didn’t pack a lunch, so I remembered mine and Alara’s visit to Nom Wah last year and headed over there during a short walk. REAL Chinese food – not friend rice and egg rolls. I got called once on the second day for further questioning for potential selection, but luckily I was at the end of the line and they filled the jury before I made it into the room. PHEW! They have WiFi in the waiting rooms, but it’s painfully slow and constantly disconnects so you can’t get anything done. I was glad to be over with it and finally catch up on two days of missed work. I came into the office for two hours after the first day to help keep the return workload down, but it’s not the same as being here for a full day.

The key to jury duty is claiming to be a total nutcase.

Even with my shrinking wallet, stupid injury and two days of jury duty, life is pretty sweet. I honestly can’t complain about much these days. You know what? That’s such a freeing thing to say. I just need to figure out how to channel it moving forward.


A Gator in Gotham

Long time no post! April has been a busy month. New York has seen a few more weeks of chilly blasts. It’s almost like NYC had an abysmal breakup with winter this year – together, split, together, split, etc. I went home to Florida two weekends ago and swapped out my wardrobe for spring/summer, so it’s ALL COLOR ALL THE TIME from here on out through early fall. I own way more shorts/sundresses/sandals/swimsuits than winter gear, so it’s a return to normalcy.

Wednesday officially marked my year and a half anniversary in NYC. Eighteen months of being a city girl and I couldn’t be more proud of myself. Real talk – April has been a really great month in my life and I’m incredibly grateful. We had a huge plan due for the client this month, but hours are manageable and I’ve been leaving ON TIME. It is so invigorating to not be so frazzled for long nights at the office right now due to planning cycle seasonality. With this newfound “me” time, I’ve had a few pole dance lessons with Alara that made me look forward to Tuesday nights each week. I’m actually pretty decent at it. It’s not whore-ish, it’s empowering because of how much core training it takes AND I’m doing it for myself, not a man. It gives me a chance to get out of my comfort zone and still feel good in my own skin. I’ve been crafting a lot for Robyn’s wedding festivities – sitting on my living room rug surrounded by Diet Coke, scissors, paper scraps and ribbon is my preferred therapy. I recently signed up for Class Pass in order to get back to feeling grounded and less anxious in addition to the upcoming beach season – I feel so much more at peace when I sweat out all the negativity. I’ve already taken four spinning classes and LOVE this method of gymming. With the warm weather slowly trickling in and a lot of friend’s having spring birthdays, my social calendar is full.

The only not-so-great thing is the amount of money I’ve been spending lately. Being a MoH does not come cheap – I have a hotel suite currently booked on my credit card for the bachelorette party (to be divided among the girls once they can RSVP and pay me but still), along with starting to buy decorations, gifts, favors, snacks/drinks for the hotel room, etc. as well as an actual bus ticket for the weekend. I had Polly’s bachelorette brunch to attend last weekend too, which set me back a good chunk of change for the gift and afternoon’s festivities. Carl’s 30th birthday weekend is this weekend, so getting paid will help soften the blow a bit. I get a little antsy when I have to swipe my card or crack open my wallet frequently in a short time period – yes, I do have savings, but it really freaks me out when sometimes I have to spend a lot without being able to space it out. I can’t help feeling the way I do. I don’t like dipping into savings to temporarily cover myself because I don’t always trust myself with replacing what I take. I’m very harsh on myself to the point where I refuse to go out and get lunch or do errands in order to counterbalance, when I really should just stop eating seeds for lunch some days and go get real groceries or buy lunch. An $8 salad won’t kill me every now and again, I guess. I love my friends and I am so honored to partake in their milestone events, I just have to manage myself better. I’ll go hard this weekend and tighten the financial belt for the next few weeks.

With that being said, like the song says, I really can’t complain about much these days, I believe [I]’ll be ok. Parts of the adulthood puzzle are falling into place – I’ve never felt that way before. I’m proud of my current state in my career, I have a work-life balance (since it’s not annual planning season), I’m getting back to working out regularly again, I have time for hobbies and an active social life. After three months of this acne treatment, it’s finally pretty much cleared up! Hallelujah! I’m saving up for two new traveling adventures this year with my family. I’m going to be standing behind my best friend as she starts her new life chapter as a wife, supporting her every step of the way and doing everything to make sure I send her off into married life with a bang. Lately I think 2015 might be the year that I’m starting to get the hang of it all, and while it’s not 100% perfect and happy all the time, I’m slowly making peace with adulthood. These feelings are recent and will still need time to develop, but I’m really working on myself these days, trying to make myself happy in all aspects of life. Not only giving more of myself to the important people in my life, but also letting people in – that’s a huge undertaking for me. Maybe that’s part of growing up – learning to shake off old demons, move forward, and listen to your inner self.

I digress, end of my musings. Here are the highlights of the past weeks:

Dinner with my work team at Fig & Olive in the Meatpacking District – highly recommend! They have multiple locations around the city. I ordered this drink called the Piscine (pool” in French), and it was pretty much an alcoholic equivalent of a refreshing swim – sparkling white wine served on ice with wine-soaked strawberries floating in the glass. It was a long, crazy dinner full of laughs with my team.

Happy hour with Sofia, my fellow planner, and some of our reps at the Jimmy rooftop and then Koi for dinner. We work closely with these reps but finally got to meet them in person, and it was a great night out. The sunset was slightly warm on the rooftop bar – enough to let me slip off my wool coat for a few minutes to feel some rays on my arms. I’m not crazy about sushi because I’m usually hungry about an hour after eating it, but Koi is always delish. I entertained the table with my college’s claim to fame – the invention of Gatorade.

Robyn’s bridal shower in Florida – huge success. I’m so glad it all went so smoothly and she loved it. The night before was a little crazy since I was fighting a cold and still had a lot to assemble (I had to ship things ahead of time and travel with the rest of the décor in my suitcases), but you would never be able to tell at the actual event. My dad said I walked in the front door after the event and promptly sunk into the couch, out like a light within minutes out of sheer exhaustion. During the weekend though, I got some much-needed quality family time. It was too short, but I’m saving the bulk of vacation days for later on in the year for other family vacations anyway. I at least got to soak up some perfect beach weather with Robyn on Friday, go shopping for new spring clothes, eat Chik-fil-A, take a bubble bath and snuggle with my pup. I made reservations at a vegan restaurant for my mom, so my dad and I expanded our palates for the evening. It’s not as odd as it sounds – it’s all very fresh and had a lot of veggies. Daddy and I got to partake in our tradition of grocery shopping together, with gloriously stocked, wide aisles, friendly staff and hardly any customers. Publix has their slogan right – it really is where shopping is a pleasure. With my mom’s veganism, I was worried about the dynamic around meals and cooking. We’ve “done the kitchen dance” together for as long as I can remember, baking holiday goodies of all kinds together, sharing recipes and ingredients. I thought our tradition was lost, and that really saddened me. However, we still got to do it that weekend – I’m 2 for 2 with dabbling in vegan dessert recipes now, so we can all enjoy. I whipped up perfectly chewy dark chocolate raspberry cookies – you would have NO idea that they’re vegan. Life changes, and I’ve learned to roll with it. I’m just glad we can still cook together! My dad was super excited to have someone else to fire up the grill for, though, and we both enjoyed filet mignon with asparagus and cheesy, buttery baked potatoes for a Sunday night dinner. It was really hard to leave, but it’s not so bad knowing I’ll see them soon in mid-July.

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I sprained my foot while up to some drunken dancing debauchery at Polly’s bachelorette brunch the following weekend. After a long meal, we bar hopped around Meatpacking, making stops at The Standard and some dive bar with hundreds of bras as wall decorations. It was a beautifully sunny and warm day outside, I was buzzed, and some good oldies tunes were playing in the bar. I felt compelled to join in on the makeshift dance floor, but oh boy did I pay for it! I’m guessing the alcohol dulled the pain, because I walked around thinking someone had stepped on my foot. I got a cab home around 7pm, and still didn’t feel much more than a normal bruise. I washed off my makeup, took out my contacts and changed clothes, climbing into bed after a full day (I had woken up early for spin class so the day felt super long by then). I woke up around midnight with SEARING pain on my foot. HOLY SHIT. Not good. Since I have a loft bed in this studio, it’s even scarier to have to try to hobble up and down a ladder (especially when I drank a TON of water) on a busted foot. I didn’t want to turn on the light but knew something was wrong. I placed a small baggie of ice on it and went back to sleep.

By morning, my foot had a giant blue golf ball on it. I couldn’t walk for real now. I had to maneuver a crawl down the ladder and around my apartment floor – trust me, it’s aggravating. I’m sure my clumsy crawling with a busted foot and serious pain running through my body were super loud on my old floorboards, much to the aggravation of my neighbor in the apartment directly underneath. He actually typed me a bitchy note earlier that week about my “incessant stomping at all hours of the night” and how as a “lease-paying tenant, [he] was guaranteed utmost quiet and [I] was violating a contract.”

My two cents – I have area rugs on the majority of my floors and I’m usually laying in bed by 11pm or 12am, so I have no clue where this was coming from. I’ve since found out that it’s my blow dryer sound. I’ve lived here for a year and a half and use my blow dryer at this same time slot multiple times a week. I have not modified my schedule. My bathroom single outlet is eight feet in the air and is impossible to use to dry my hair, so I use my living room power strip. This asshole actually starts pounding up on the ceiling when I turn it on. Yes, I just put extra grease on all doors as a precaution to be extra quiet all around, but I should be allowed to use my hair dryer when I want as another lease-paying tenant. Sorry not sorry.

Anyway, with no roommate or any friend awake at 8am on a Sunday, I finally realized I couldn’t crawl the two blocks to CVS. No way. I ended up ordering an ACE bandage, Advil, Gatorade, popcorn and Sour Patch Kids (needed to meet the $ minimum and needed a treat too) from Delivery.com. In NYC, if you have the cash, you can pretty much get anything. I paid nearly $40 for those goods, but they came directly to my front door within an hour. My foot felt 100x better with a compression bandage on it! Still, it sucks being out of commission especially in such a fast-paced city like NYC. I spent the day watching endless Hulu Plus and Netflix shows, with my foot propped up on pillows with ice. That’s all I really had the capacity to do anyway. Maybe sometimes you need an entire lazy day like those to unwind…I don’t get them often here. I’m still hobbling around and wincing, but each day it gets a teeny bit better. I think I’ll be normal soon, but it’s definitely an experience in NYC to have to limp in the subway and have people crowding past you. Oh lord.

I also had my first experience with jury duty this week. In New York, they make you serve two full days. The first day starts off with trying to fill the primary case in question, and if that pool doesn’t account for enough jurors, they continue the search with a new pool and the rejected people still have to wait to see if other court cases want to take them in for further questioning on other cases. EW. No one wants to be there, and the whole NY legal thing is massive. Multiple buildings – the judicial area of NYC is right next to Chinatown and is basically its own separate neighborhood. Overall it ends up being two days of filling out questionnaires and hoping your name card isn’t called. At least its proximity to Chinatown made me excited on the first day. I didn’t pack a lunch, so I remembered mine and Alara’s visit to Nom Wah last year and headed over there during a short walk. REAL Chinese food – not friend rice and egg rolls. I got called once on the second day for further questioning for potential selection, but luckily I was at the end of the line and they filled the jury before I made it into the room. PHEW! They have WiFi in the waiting rooms, but it’s painfully slow and constantly disconnects so you can’t get anything done. I was glad to be over with it and finally catch up on two days of missed work. I came into the office for two hours after the first day to help keep the return workload down, but it’s not the same as being here for a full day.

The key to jury duty is claiming to be a total nutcase.

Even with my shrinking wallet, stupid injury and two days of jury duty, life is pretty sweet. I honestly can’t complain about much these days. You know what? That’s such a freeing thing to say. I just need to figure out how to channel it moving forward.


A Gator in Gotham

Long time no post! April has been a busy month. New York has seen a few more weeks of chilly blasts. It’s almost like NYC had an abysmal breakup with winter this year – together, split, together, split, etc. I went home to Florida two weekends ago and swapped out my wardrobe for spring/summer, so it’s ALL COLOR ALL THE TIME from here on out through early fall. I own way more shorts/sundresses/sandals/swimsuits than winter gear, so it’s a return to normalcy.

Wednesday officially marked my year and a half anniversary in NYC. Eighteen months of being a city girl and I couldn’t be more proud of myself. Real talk – April has been a really great month in my life and I’m incredibly grateful. We had a huge plan due for the client this month, but hours are manageable and I’ve been leaving ON TIME. It is so invigorating to not be so frazzled for long nights at the office right now due to planning cycle seasonality. With this newfound “me” time, I’ve had a few pole dance lessons with Alara that made me look forward to Tuesday nights each week. I’m actually pretty decent at it. It’s not whore-ish, it’s empowering because of how much core training it takes AND I’m doing it for myself, not a man. It gives me a chance to get out of my comfort zone and still feel good in my own skin. I’ve been crafting a lot for Robyn’s wedding festivities – sitting on my living room rug surrounded by Diet Coke, scissors, paper scraps and ribbon is my preferred therapy. I recently signed up for Class Pass in order to get back to feeling grounded and less anxious in addition to the upcoming beach season – I feel so much more at peace when I sweat out all the negativity. I’ve already taken four spinning classes and LOVE this method of gymming. With the warm weather slowly trickling in and a lot of friend’s having spring birthdays, my social calendar is full.

The only not-so-great thing is the amount of money I’ve been spending lately. Being a MoH does not come cheap – I have a hotel suite currently booked on my credit card for the bachelorette party (to be divided among the girls once they can RSVP and pay me but still), along with starting to buy decorations, gifts, favors, snacks/drinks for the hotel room, etc. as well as an actual bus ticket for the weekend. I had Polly’s bachelorette brunch to attend last weekend too, which set me back a good chunk of change for the gift and afternoon’s festivities. Carl’s 30th birthday weekend is this weekend, so getting paid will help soften the blow a bit. I get a little antsy when I have to swipe my card or crack open my wallet frequently in a short time period – yes, I do have savings, but it really freaks me out when sometimes I have to spend a lot without being able to space it out. I can’t help feeling the way I do. I don’t like dipping into savings to temporarily cover myself because I don’t always trust myself with replacing what I take. I’m very harsh on myself to the point where I refuse to go out and get lunch or do errands in order to counterbalance, when I really should just stop eating seeds for lunch some days and go get real groceries or buy lunch. An $8 salad won’t kill me every now and again, I guess. I love my friends and I am so honored to partake in their milestone events, I just have to manage myself better. I’ll go hard this weekend and tighten the financial belt for the next few weeks.

With that being said, like the song says, I really can’t complain about much these days, I believe [I]’ll be ok. Parts of the adulthood puzzle are falling into place – I’ve never felt that way before. I’m proud of my current state in my career, I have a work-life balance (since it’s not annual planning season), I’m getting back to working out regularly again, I have time for hobbies and an active social life. After three months of this acne treatment, it’s finally pretty much cleared up! Hallelujah! I’m saving up for two new traveling adventures this year with my family. I’m going to be standing behind my best friend as she starts her new life chapter as a wife, supporting her every step of the way and doing everything to make sure I send her off into married life with a bang. Lately I think 2015 might be the year that I’m starting to get the hang of it all, and while it’s not 100% perfect and happy all the time, I’m slowly making peace with adulthood. These feelings are recent and will still need time to develop, but I’m really working on myself these days, trying to make myself happy in all aspects of life. Not only giving more of myself to the important people in my life, but also letting people in – that’s a huge undertaking for me. Maybe that’s part of growing up – learning to shake off old demons, move forward, and listen to your inner self.

I digress, end of my musings. Here are the highlights of the past weeks:

Dinner with my work team at Fig & Olive in the Meatpacking District – highly recommend! They have multiple locations around the city. I ordered this drink called the Piscine (pool” in French), and it was pretty much an alcoholic equivalent of a refreshing swim – sparkling white wine served on ice with wine-soaked strawberries floating in the glass. It was a long, crazy dinner full of laughs with my team.

Happy hour with Sofia, my fellow planner, and some of our reps at the Jimmy rooftop and then Koi for dinner. We work closely with these reps but finally got to meet them in person, and it was a great night out. The sunset was slightly warm on the rooftop bar – enough to let me slip off my wool coat for a few minutes to feel some rays on my arms. I’m not crazy about sushi because I’m usually hungry about an hour after eating it, but Koi is always delish. I entertained the table with my college’s claim to fame – the invention of Gatorade.

Robyn’s bridal shower in Florida – huge success. I’m so glad it all went so smoothly and she loved it. The night before was a little crazy since I was fighting a cold and still had a lot to assemble (I had to ship things ahead of time and travel with the rest of the décor in my suitcases), but you would never be able to tell at the actual event. My dad said I walked in the front door after the event and promptly sunk into the couch, out like a light within minutes out of sheer exhaustion. During the weekend though, I got some much-needed quality family time. It was too short, but I’m saving the bulk of vacation days for later on in the year for other family vacations anyway. I at least got to soak up some perfect beach weather with Robyn on Friday, go shopping for new spring clothes, eat Chik-fil-A, take a bubble bath and snuggle with my pup. I made reservations at a vegan restaurant for my mom, so my dad and I expanded our palates for the evening. It’s not as odd as it sounds – it’s all very fresh and had a lot of veggies. Daddy and I got to partake in our tradition of grocery shopping together, with gloriously stocked, wide aisles, friendly staff and hardly any customers. Publix has their slogan right – it really is where shopping is a pleasure. With my mom’s veganism, I was worried about the dynamic around meals and cooking. We’ve “done the kitchen dance” together for as long as I can remember, baking holiday goodies of all kinds together, sharing recipes and ingredients. I thought our tradition was lost, and that really saddened me. However, we still got to do it that weekend – I’m 2 for 2 with dabbling in vegan dessert recipes now, so we can all enjoy. I whipped up perfectly chewy dark chocolate raspberry cookies – you would have NO idea that they’re vegan. Life changes, and I’ve learned to roll with it. I’m just glad we can still cook together! My dad was super excited to have someone else to fire up the grill for, though, and we both enjoyed filet mignon with asparagus and cheesy, buttery baked potatoes for a Sunday night dinner. It was really hard to leave, but it’s not so bad knowing I’ll see them soon in mid-July.

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I sprained my foot while up to some drunken dancing debauchery at Polly’s bachelorette brunch the following weekend. After a long meal, we bar hopped around Meatpacking, making stops at The Standard and some dive bar with hundreds of bras as wall decorations. It was a beautifully sunny and warm day outside, I was buzzed, and some good oldies tunes were playing in the bar. I felt compelled to join in on the makeshift dance floor, but oh boy did I pay for it! I’m guessing the alcohol dulled the pain, because I walked around thinking someone had stepped on my foot. I got a cab home around 7pm, and still didn’t feel much more than a normal bruise. I washed off my makeup, took out my contacts and changed clothes, climbing into bed after a full day (I had woken up early for spin class so the day felt super long by then). I woke up around midnight with SEARING pain on my foot. HOLY SHIT. Not good. Since I have a loft bed in this studio, it’s even scarier to have to try to hobble up and down a ladder (especially when I drank a TON of water) on a busted foot. I didn’t want to turn on the light but knew something was wrong. I placed a small baggie of ice on it and went back to sleep.

By morning, my foot had a giant blue golf ball on it. I couldn’t walk for real now. I had to maneuver a crawl down the ladder and around my apartment floor – trust me, it’s aggravating. I’m sure my clumsy crawling with a busted foot and serious pain running through my body were super loud on my old floorboards, much to the aggravation of my neighbor in the apartment directly underneath. He actually typed me a bitchy note earlier that week about my “incessant stomping at all hours of the night” and how as a “lease-paying tenant, [he] was guaranteed utmost quiet and [I] was violating a contract.”

My two cents – I have area rugs on the majority of my floors and I’m usually laying in bed by 11pm or 12am, so I have no clue where this was coming from. I’ve since found out that it’s my blow dryer sound. I’ve lived here for a year and a half and use my blow dryer at this same time slot multiple times a week. I have not modified my schedule. My bathroom single outlet is eight feet in the air and is impossible to use to dry my hair, so I use my living room power strip. This asshole actually starts pounding up on the ceiling when I turn it on. Yes, I just put extra grease on all doors as a precaution to be extra quiet all around, but I should be allowed to use my hair dryer when I want as another lease-paying tenant. Sorry not sorry.

Anyway, with no roommate or any friend awake at 8am on a Sunday, I finally realized I couldn’t crawl the two blocks to CVS. No way. I ended up ordering an ACE bandage, Advil, Gatorade, popcorn and Sour Patch Kids (needed to meet the $ minimum and needed a treat too) from Delivery.com. In NYC, if you have the cash, you can pretty much get anything. I paid nearly $40 for those goods, but they came directly to my front door within an hour. My foot felt 100x better with a compression bandage on it! Still, it sucks being out of commission especially in such a fast-paced city like NYC. I spent the day watching endless Hulu Plus and Netflix shows, with my foot propped up on pillows with ice. That’s all I really had the capacity to do anyway. Maybe sometimes you need an entire lazy day like those to unwind…I don’t get them often here. I’m still hobbling around and wincing, but each day it gets a teeny bit better. I think I’ll be normal soon, but it’s definitely an experience in NYC to have to limp in the subway and have people crowding past you. Oh lord.

I also had my first experience with jury duty this week. In New York, they make you serve two full days. The first day starts off with trying to fill the primary case in question, and if that pool doesn’t account for enough jurors, they continue the search with a new pool and the rejected people still have to wait to see if other court cases want to take them in for further questioning on other cases. EW. No one wants to be there, and the whole NY legal thing is massive. Multiple buildings – the judicial area of NYC is right next to Chinatown and is basically its own separate neighborhood. Overall it ends up being two days of filling out questionnaires and hoping your name card isn’t called. At least its proximity to Chinatown made me excited on the first day. I didn’t pack a lunch, so I remembered mine and Alara’s visit to Nom Wah last year and headed over there during a short walk. REAL Chinese food – not friend rice and egg rolls. I got called once on the second day for further questioning for potential selection, but luckily I was at the end of the line and they filled the jury before I made it into the room. PHEW! They have WiFi in the waiting rooms, but it’s painfully slow and constantly disconnects so you can’t get anything done. I was glad to be over with it and finally catch up on two days of missed work. I came into the office for two hours after the first day to help keep the return workload down, but it’s not the same as being here for a full day.

The key to jury duty is claiming to be a total nutcase.

Even with my shrinking wallet, stupid injury and two days of jury duty, life is pretty sweet. I honestly can’t complain about much these days. You know what? That’s such a freeing thing to say. I just need to figure out how to channel it moving forward.


A Gator in Gotham

Long time no post! April has been a busy month. New York has seen a few more weeks of chilly blasts. It’s almost like NYC had an abysmal breakup with winter this year – together, split, together, split, etc. I went home to Florida two weekends ago and swapped out my wardrobe for spring/summer, so it’s ALL COLOR ALL THE TIME from here on out through early fall. I own way more shorts/sundresses/sandals/swimsuits than winter gear, so it’s a return to normalcy.

Wednesday officially marked my year and a half anniversary in NYC. Eighteen months of being a city girl and I couldn’t be more proud of myself. Real talk – April has been a really great month in my life and I’m incredibly grateful. We had a huge plan due for the client this month, but hours are manageable and I’ve been leaving ON TIME. It is so invigorating to not be so frazzled for long nights at the office right now due to planning cycle seasonality. With this newfound “me” time, I’ve had a few pole dance lessons with Alara that made me look forward to Tuesday nights each week. I’m actually pretty decent at it. It’s not whore-ish, it’s empowering because of how much core training it takes AND I’m doing it for myself, not a man. It gives me a chance to get out of my comfort zone and still feel good in my own skin. I’ve been crafting a lot for Robyn’s wedding festivities – sitting on my living room rug surrounded by Diet Coke, scissors, paper scraps and ribbon is my preferred therapy. I recently signed up for Class Pass in order to get back to feeling grounded and less anxious in addition to the upcoming beach season – I feel so much more at peace when I sweat out all the negativity. I’ve already taken four spinning classes and LOVE this method of gymming. With the warm weather slowly trickling in and a lot of friend’s having spring birthdays, my social calendar is full.

The only not-so-great thing is the amount of money I’ve been spending lately. Being a MoH does not come cheap – I have a hotel suite currently booked on my credit card for the bachelorette party (to be divided among the girls once they can RSVP and pay me but still), along with starting to buy decorations, gifts, favors, snacks/drinks for the hotel room, etc. as well as an actual bus ticket for the weekend. I had Polly’s bachelorette brunch to attend last weekend too, which set me back a good chunk of change for the gift and afternoon’s festivities. Carl’s 30th birthday weekend is this weekend, so getting paid will help soften the blow a bit. I get a little antsy when I have to swipe my card or crack open my wallet frequently in a short time period – yes, I do have savings, but it really freaks me out when sometimes I have to spend a lot without being able to space it out. I can’t help feeling the way I do. I don’t like dipping into savings to temporarily cover myself because I don’t always trust myself with replacing what I take. I’m very harsh on myself to the point where I refuse to go out and get lunch or do errands in order to counterbalance, when I really should just stop eating seeds for lunch some days and go get real groceries or buy lunch. An $8 salad won’t kill me every now and again, I guess. I love my friends and I am so honored to partake in their milestone events, I just have to manage myself better. I’ll go hard this weekend and tighten the financial belt for the next few weeks.

With that being said, like the song says, I really can’t complain about much these days, I believe [I]’ll be ok. Parts of the adulthood puzzle are falling into place – I’ve never felt that way before. I’m proud of my current state in my career, I have a work-life balance (since it’s not annual planning season), I’m getting back to working out regularly again, I have time for hobbies and an active social life. After three months of this acne treatment, it’s finally pretty much cleared up! Hallelujah! I’m saving up for two new traveling adventures this year with my family. I’m going to be standing behind my best friend as she starts her new life chapter as a wife, supporting her every step of the way and doing everything to make sure I send her off into married life with a bang. Lately I think 2015 might be the year that I’m starting to get the hang of it all, and while it’s not 100% perfect and happy all the time, I’m slowly making peace with adulthood. These feelings are recent and will still need time to develop, but I’m really working on myself these days, trying to make myself happy in all aspects of life. Not only giving more of myself to the important people in my life, but also letting people in – that’s a huge undertaking for me. Maybe that’s part of growing up – learning to shake off old demons, move forward, and listen to your inner self.

I digress, end of my musings. Here are the highlights of the past weeks:

Dinner with my work team at Fig & Olive in the Meatpacking District – highly recommend! They have multiple locations around the city. I ordered this drink called the Piscine (pool” in French), and it was pretty much an alcoholic equivalent of a refreshing swim – sparkling white wine served on ice with wine-soaked strawberries floating in the glass. It was a long, crazy dinner full of laughs with my team.

Happy hour with Sofia, my fellow planner, and some of our reps at the Jimmy rooftop and then Koi for dinner. We work closely with these reps but finally got to meet them in person, and it was a great night out. The sunset was slightly warm on the rooftop bar – enough to let me slip off my wool coat for a few minutes to feel some rays on my arms. I’m not crazy about sushi because I’m usually hungry about an hour after eating it, but Koi is always delish. I entertained the table with my college’s claim to fame – the invention of Gatorade.

Robyn’s bridal shower in Florida – huge success. I’m so glad it all went so smoothly and she loved it. The night before was a little crazy since I was fighting a cold and still had a lot to assemble (I had to ship things ahead of time and travel with the rest of the décor in my suitcases), but you would never be able to tell at the actual event. My dad said I walked in the front door after the event and promptly sunk into the couch, out like a light within minutes out of sheer exhaustion. During the weekend though, I got some much-needed quality family time. It was too short, but I’m saving the bulk of vacation days for later on in the year for other family vacations anyway. I at least got to soak up some perfect beach weather with Robyn on Friday, go shopping for new spring clothes, eat Chik-fil-A, take a bubble bath and snuggle with my pup. I made reservations at a vegan restaurant for my mom, so my dad and I expanded our palates for the evening. It’s not as odd as it sounds – it’s all very fresh and had a lot of veggies. Daddy and I got to partake in our tradition of grocery shopping together, with gloriously stocked, wide aisles, friendly staff and hardly any customers. Publix has their slogan right – it really is where shopping is a pleasure. With my mom’s veganism, I was worried about the dynamic around meals and cooking. We’ve “done the kitchen dance” together for as long as I can remember, baking holiday goodies of all kinds together, sharing recipes and ingredients. I thought our tradition was lost, and that really saddened me. However, we still got to do it that weekend – I’m 2 for 2 with dabbling in vegan dessert recipes now, so we can all enjoy. I whipped up perfectly chewy dark chocolate raspberry cookies – you would have NO idea that they’re vegan. Life changes, and I’ve learned to roll with it. I’m just glad we can still cook together! My dad was super excited to have someone else to fire up the grill for, though, and we both enjoyed filet mignon with asparagus and cheesy, buttery baked potatoes for a Sunday night dinner. It was really hard to leave, but it’s not so bad knowing I’ll see them soon in mid-July.

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I sprained my foot while up to some drunken dancing debauchery at Polly’s bachelorette brunch the following weekend. After a long meal, we bar hopped around Meatpacking, making stops at The Standard and some dive bar with hundreds of bras as wall decorations. It was a beautifully sunny and warm day outside, I was buzzed, and some good oldies tunes were playing in the bar. I felt compelled to join in on the makeshift dance floor, but oh boy did I pay for it! I’m guessing the alcohol dulled the pain, because I walked around thinking someone had stepped on my foot. I got a cab home around 7pm, and still didn’t feel much more than a normal bruise. I washed off my makeup, took out my contacts and changed clothes, climbing into bed after a full day (I had woken up early for spin class so the day felt super long by then). I woke up around midnight with SEARING pain on my foot. HOLY SHIT. Not good. Since I have a loft bed in this studio, it’s even scarier to have to try to hobble up and down a ladder (especially when I drank a TON of water) on a busted foot. I didn’t want to turn on the light but knew something was wrong. I placed a small baggie of ice on it and went back to sleep.

By morning, my foot had a giant blue golf ball on it. I couldn’t walk for real now. I had to maneuver a crawl down the ladder and around my apartment floor – trust me, it’s aggravating. I’m sure my clumsy crawling with a busted foot and serious pain running through my body were super loud on my old floorboards, much to the aggravation of my neighbor in the apartment directly underneath. He actually typed me a bitchy note earlier that week about my “incessant stomping at all hours of the night” and how as a “lease-paying tenant, [he] was guaranteed utmost quiet and [I] was violating a contract.”

My two cents – I have area rugs on the majority of my floors and I’m usually laying in bed by 11pm or 12am, so I have no clue where this was coming from. I’ve since found out that it’s my blow dryer sound. I’ve lived here for a year and a half and use my blow dryer at this same time slot multiple times a week. I have not modified my schedule. My bathroom single outlet is eight feet in the air and is impossible to use to dry my hair, so I use my living room power strip. This asshole actually starts pounding up on the ceiling when I turn it on. Yes, I just put extra grease on all doors as a precaution to be extra quiet all around, but I should be allowed to use my hair dryer when I want as another lease-paying tenant. Sorry not sorry.

Anyway, with no roommate or any friend awake at 8am on a Sunday, I finally realized I couldn’t crawl the two blocks to CVS. No way. I ended up ordering an ACE bandage, Advil, Gatorade, popcorn and Sour Patch Kids (needed to meet the $ minimum and needed a treat too) from Delivery.com. In NYC, if you have the cash, you can pretty much get anything. I paid nearly $40 for those goods, but they came directly to my front door within an hour. My foot felt 100x better with a compression bandage on it! Still, it sucks being out of commission especially in such a fast-paced city like NYC. I spent the day watching endless Hulu Plus and Netflix shows, with my foot propped up on pillows with ice. That’s all I really had the capacity to do anyway. Maybe sometimes you need an entire lazy day like those to unwind…I don’t get them often here. I’m still hobbling around and wincing, but each day it gets a teeny bit better. I think I’ll be normal soon, but it’s definitely an experience in NYC to have to limp in the subway and have people crowding past you. Oh lord.

I also had my first experience with jury duty this week. In New York, they make you serve two full days. The first day starts off with trying to fill the primary case in question, and if that pool doesn’t account for enough jurors, they continue the search with a new pool and the rejected people still have to wait to see if other court cases want to take them in for further questioning on other cases. EW. No one wants to be there, and the whole NY legal thing is massive. Multiple buildings – the judicial area of NYC is right next to Chinatown and is basically its own separate neighborhood. Overall it ends up being two days of filling out questionnaires and hoping your name card isn’t called. At least its proximity to Chinatown made me excited on the first day. I didn’t pack a lunch, so I remembered mine and Alara’s visit to Nom Wah last year and headed over there during a short walk. REAL Chinese food – not friend rice and egg rolls. I got called once on the second day for further questioning for potential selection, but luckily I was at the end of the line and they filled the jury before I made it into the room. PHEW! They have WiFi in the waiting rooms, but it’s painfully slow and constantly disconnects so you can’t get anything done. I was glad to be over with it and finally catch up on two days of missed work. I came into the office for two hours after the first day to help keep the return workload down, but it’s not the same as being here for a full day.

The key to jury duty is claiming to be a total nutcase.

Even with my shrinking wallet, stupid injury and two days of jury duty, life is pretty sweet. I honestly can’t complain about much these days. You know what? That’s such a freeing thing to say. I just need to figure out how to channel it moving forward.


A Gator in Gotham

Long time no post! April has been a busy month. New York has seen a few more weeks of chilly blasts. It’s almost like NYC had an abysmal breakup with winter this year – together, split, together, split, etc. I went home to Florida two weekends ago and swapped out my wardrobe for spring/summer, so it’s ALL COLOR ALL THE TIME from here on out through early fall. I own way more shorts/sundresses/sandals/swimsuits than winter gear, so it’s a return to normalcy.

Wednesday officially marked my year and a half anniversary in NYC. Eighteen months of being a city girl and I couldn’t be more proud of myself. Real talk – April has been a really great month in my life and I’m incredibly grateful. We had a huge plan due for the client this month, but hours are manageable and I’ve been leaving ON TIME. It is so invigorating to not be so frazzled for long nights at the office right now due to planning cycle seasonality. With this newfound “me” time, I’ve had a few pole dance lessons with Alara that made me look forward to Tuesday nights each week. I’m actually pretty decent at it. It’s not whore-ish, it’s empowering because of how much core training it takes AND I’m doing it for myself, not a man. It gives me a chance to get out of my comfort zone and still feel good in my own skin. I’ve been crafting a lot for Robyn’s wedding festivities – sitting on my living room rug surrounded by Diet Coke, scissors, paper scraps and ribbon is my preferred therapy. I recently signed up for Class Pass in order to get back to feeling grounded and less anxious in addition to the upcoming beach season – I feel so much more at peace when I sweat out all the negativity. I’ve already taken four spinning classes and LOVE this method of gymming. With the warm weather slowly trickling in and a lot of friend’s having spring birthdays, my social calendar is full.

The only not-so-great thing is the amount of money I’ve been spending lately. Being a MoH does not come cheap – I have a hotel suite currently booked on my credit card for the bachelorette party (to be divided among the girls once they can RSVP and pay me but still), along with starting to buy decorations, gifts, favors, snacks/drinks for the hotel room, etc. as well as an actual bus ticket for the weekend. I had Polly’s bachelorette brunch to attend last weekend too, which set me back a good chunk of change for the gift and afternoon’s festivities. Carl’s 30th birthday weekend is this weekend, so getting paid will help soften the blow a bit. I get a little antsy when I have to swipe my card or crack open my wallet frequently in a short time period – yes, I do have savings, but it really freaks me out when sometimes I have to spend a lot without being able to space it out. I can’t help feeling the way I do. I don’t like dipping into savings to temporarily cover myself because I don’t always trust myself with replacing what I take. I’m very harsh on myself to the point where I refuse to go out and get lunch or do errands in order to counterbalance, when I really should just stop eating seeds for lunch some days and go get real groceries or buy lunch. An $8 salad won’t kill me every now and again, I guess. I love my friends and I am so honored to partake in their milestone events, I just have to manage myself better. I’ll go hard this weekend and tighten the financial belt for the next few weeks.

With that being said, like the song says, I really can’t complain about much these days, I believe [I]’ll be ok. Parts of the adulthood puzzle are falling into place – I’ve never felt that way before. I’m proud of my current state in my career, I have a work-life balance (since it’s not annual planning season), I’m getting back to working out regularly again, I have time for hobbies and an active social life. After three months of this acne treatment, it’s finally pretty much cleared up! Hallelujah! I’m saving up for two new traveling adventures this year with my family. I’m going to be standing behind my best friend as she starts her new life chapter as a wife, supporting her every step of the way and doing everything to make sure I send her off into married life with a bang. Lately I think 2015 might be the year that I’m starting to get the hang of it all, and while it’s not 100% perfect and happy all the time, I’m slowly making peace with adulthood. These feelings are recent and will still need time to develop, but I’m really working on myself these days, trying to make myself happy in all aspects of life. Not only giving more of myself to the important people in my life, but also letting people in – that’s a huge undertaking for me. Maybe that’s part of growing up – learning to shake off old demons, move forward, and listen to your inner self.

I digress, end of my musings. Here are the highlights of the past weeks:

Dinner with my work team at Fig & Olive in the Meatpacking District – highly recommend! They have multiple locations around the city. I ordered this drink called the Piscine (pool” in French), and it was pretty much an alcoholic equivalent of a refreshing swim – sparkling white wine served on ice with wine-soaked strawberries floating in the glass. It was a long, crazy dinner full of laughs with my team.

Happy hour with Sofia, my fellow planner, and some of our reps at the Jimmy rooftop and then Koi for dinner. We work closely with these reps but finally got to meet them in person, and it was a great night out. The sunset was slightly warm on the rooftop bar – enough to let me slip off my wool coat for a few minutes to feel some rays on my arms. I’m not crazy about sushi because I’m usually hungry about an hour after eating it, but Koi is always delish. I entertained the table with my college’s claim to fame – the invention of Gatorade.

Robyn’s bridal shower in Florida – huge success. I’m so glad it all went so smoothly and she loved it. The night before was a little crazy since I was fighting a cold and still had a lot to assemble (I had to ship things ahead of time and travel with the rest of the décor in my suitcases), but you would never be able to tell at the actual event. My dad said I walked in the front door after the event and promptly sunk into the couch, out like a light within minutes out of sheer exhaustion. During the weekend though, I got some much-needed quality family time. It was too short, but I’m saving the bulk of vacation days for later on in the year for other family vacations anyway. I at least got to soak up some perfect beach weather with Robyn on Friday, go shopping for new spring clothes, eat Chik-fil-A, take a bubble bath and snuggle with my pup. I made reservations at a vegan restaurant for my mom, so my dad and I expanded our palates for the evening. It’s not as odd as it sounds – it’s all very fresh and had a lot of veggies. Daddy and I got to partake in our tradition of grocery shopping together, with gloriously stocked, wide aisles, friendly staff and hardly any customers. Publix has their slogan right – it really is where shopping is a pleasure. With my mom’s veganism, I was worried about the dynamic around meals and cooking. We’ve “done the kitchen dance” together for as long as I can remember, baking holiday goodies of all kinds together, sharing recipes and ingredients. I thought our tradition was lost, and that really saddened me. However, we still got to do it that weekend – I’m 2 for 2 with dabbling in vegan dessert recipes now, so we can all enjoy. I whipped up perfectly chewy dark chocolate raspberry cookies – you would have NO idea that they’re vegan. Life changes, and I’ve learned to roll with it. I’m just glad we can still cook together! My dad was super excited to have someone else to fire up the grill for, though, and we both enjoyed filet mignon with asparagus and cheesy, buttery baked potatoes for a Sunday night dinner. It was really hard to leave, but it’s not so bad knowing I’ll see them soon in mid-July.

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I sprained my foot while up to some drunken dancing debauchery at Polly’s bachelorette brunch the following weekend. After a long meal, we bar hopped around Meatpacking, making stops at The Standard and some dive bar with hundreds of bras as wall decorations. It was a beautifully sunny and warm day outside, I was buzzed, and some good oldies tunes were playing in the bar. I felt compelled to join in on the makeshift dance floor, but oh boy did I pay for it! I’m guessing the alcohol dulled the pain, because I walked around thinking someone had stepped on my foot. I got a cab home around 7pm, and still didn’t feel much more than a normal bruise. I washed off my makeup, took out my contacts and changed clothes, climbing into bed after a full day (I had woken up early for spin class so the day felt super long by then). I woke up around midnight with SEARING pain on my foot. HOLY SHIT. Not good. Since I have a loft bed in this studio, it’s even scarier to have to try to hobble up and down a ladder (especially when I drank a TON of water) on a busted foot. I didn’t want to turn on the light but knew something was wrong. I placed a small baggie of ice on it and went back to sleep.

By morning, my foot had a giant blue golf ball on it. I couldn’t walk for real now. I had to maneuver a crawl down the ladder and around my apartment floor – trust me, it’s aggravating. I’m sure my clumsy crawling with a busted foot and serious pain running through my body were super loud on my old floorboards, much to the aggravation of my neighbor in the apartment directly underneath. He actually typed me a bitchy note earlier that week about my “incessant stomping at all hours of the night” and how as a “lease-paying tenant, [he] was guaranteed utmost quiet and [I] was violating a contract.”

My two cents – I have area rugs on the majority of my floors and I’m usually laying in bed by 11pm or 12am, so I have no clue where this was coming from. I’ve since found out that it’s my blow dryer sound. I’ve lived here for a year and a half and use my blow dryer at this same time slot multiple times a week. I have not modified my schedule. My bathroom single outlet is eight feet in the air and is impossible to use to dry my hair, so I use my living room power strip. This asshole actually starts pounding up on the ceiling when I turn it on. Yes, I just put extra grease on all doors as a precaution to be extra quiet all around, but I should be allowed to use my hair dryer when I want as another lease-paying tenant. Sorry not sorry.

Anyway, with no roommate or any friend awake at 8am on a Sunday, I finally realized I couldn’t crawl the two blocks to CVS. No way. I ended up ordering an ACE bandage, Advil, Gatorade, popcorn and Sour Patch Kids (needed to meet the $ minimum and needed a treat too) from Delivery.com. In NYC, if you have the cash, you can pretty much get anything. I paid nearly $40 for those goods, but they came directly to my front door within an hour. My foot felt 100x better with a compression bandage on it! Still, it sucks being out of commission especially in such a fast-paced city like NYC. I spent the day watching endless Hulu Plus and Netflix shows, with my foot propped up on pillows with ice. That’s all I really had the capacity to do anyway. Maybe sometimes you need an entire lazy day like those to unwind…I don’t get them often here. I’m still hobbling around and wincing, but each day it gets a teeny bit better. I think I’ll be normal soon, but it’s definitely an experience in NYC to have to limp in the subway and have people crowding past you. Oh lord.

I also had my first experience with jury duty this week. In New York, they make you serve two full days. The first day starts off with trying to fill the primary case in question, and if that pool doesn’t account for enough jurors, they continue the search with a new pool and the rejected people still have to wait to see if other court cases want to take them in for further questioning on other cases. EW. No one wants to be there, and the whole NY legal thing is massive. Multiple buildings – the judicial area of NYC is right next to Chinatown and is basically its own separate neighborhood. Overall it ends up being two days of filling out questionnaires and hoping your name card isn’t called. At least its proximity to Chinatown made me excited on the first day. I didn’t pack a lunch, so I remembered mine and Alara’s visit to Nom Wah last year and headed over there during a short walk. REAL Chinese food – not friend rice and egg rolls. I got called once on the second day for further questioning for potential selection, but luckily I was at the end of the line and they filled the jury before I made it into the room. PHEW! They have WiFi in the waiting rooms, but it’s painfully slow and constantly disconnects so you can’t get anything done. I was glad to be over with it and finally catch up on two days of missed work. I came into the office for two hours after the first day to help keep the return workload down, but it’s not the same as being here for a full day.

The key to jury duty is claiming to be a total nutcase.

Even with my shrinking wallet, stupid injury and two days of jury duty, life is pretty sweet. I honestly can’t complain about much these days. You know what? That’s such a freeing thing to say. I just need to figure out how to channel it moving forward.


A Gator in Gotham

Long time no post! April has been a busy month. New York has seen a few more weeks of chilly blasts. It’s almost like NYC had an abysmal breakup with winter this year – together, split, together, split, etc. I went home to Florida two weekends ago and swapped out my wardrobe for spring/summer, so it’s ALL COLOR ALL THE TIME from here on out through early fall. I own way more shorts/sundresses/sandals/swimsuits than winter gear, so it’s a return to normalcy.

Wednesday officially marked my year and a half anniversary in NYC. Eighteen months of being a city girl and I couldn’t be more proud of myself. Real talk – April has been a really great month in my life and I’m incredibly grateful. We had a huge plan due for the client this month, but hours are manageable and I’ve been leaving ON TIME. It is so invigorating to not be so frazzled for long nights at the office right now due to planning cycle seasonality. With this newfound “me” time, I’ve had a few pole dance lessons with Alara that made me look forward to Tuesday nights each week. I’m actually pretty decent at it. It’s not whore-ish, it’s empowering because of how much core training it takes AND I’m doing it for myself, not a man. It gives me a chance to get out of my comfort zone and still feel good in my own skin. I’ve been crafting a lot for Robyn’s wedding festivities – sitting on my living room rug surrounded by Diet Coke, scissors, paper scraps and ribbon is my preferred therapy. I recently signed up for Class Pass in order to get back to feeling grounded and less anxious in addition to the upcoming beach season – I feel so much more at peace when I sweat out all the negativity. I’ve already taken four spinning classes and LOVE this method of gymming. With the warm weather slowly trickling in and a lot of friend’s having spring birthdays, my social calendar is full.

The only not-so-great thing is the amount of money I’ve been spending lately. Being a MoH does not come cheap – I have a hotel suite currently booked on my credit card for the bachelorette party (to be divided among the girls once they can RSVP and pay me but still), along with starting to buy decorations, gifts, favors, snacks/drinks for the hotel room, etc. as well as an actual bus ticket for the weekend. I had Polly’s bachelorette brunch to attend last weekend too, which set me back a good chunk of change for the gift and afternoon’s festivities. Carl’s 30th birthday weekend is this weekend, so getting paid will help soften the blow a bit. I get a little antsy when I have to swipe my card or crack open my wallet frequently in a short time period – yes, I do have savings, but it really freaks me out when sometimes I have to spend a lot without being able to space it out. I can’t help feeling the way I do. I don’t like dipping into savings to temporarily cover myself because I don’t always trust myself with replacing what I take. I’m very harsh on myself to the point where I refuse to go out and get lunch or do errands in order to counterbalance, when I really should just stop eating seeds for lunch some days and go get real groceries or buy lunch. An $8 salad won’t kill me every now and again, I guess. I love my friends and I am so honored to partake in their milestone events, I just have to manage myself better. I’ll go hard this weekend and tighten the financial belt for the next few weeks.

With that being said, like the song says, I really can’t complain about much these days, I believe [I]’ll be ok. Parts of the adulthood puzzle are falling into place – I’ve never felt that way before. I’m proud of my current state in my career, I have a work-life balance (since it’s not annual planning season), I’m getting back to working out regularly again, I have time for hobbies and an active social life. After three months of this acne treatment, it’s finally pretty much cleared up! Hallelujah! I’m saving up for two new traveling adventures this year with my family. I’m going to be standing behind my best friend as she starts her new life chapter as a wife, supporting her every step of the way and doing everything to make sure I send her off into married life with a bang. Lately I think 2015 might be the year that I’m starting to get the hang of it all, and while it’s not 100% perfect and happy all the time, I’m slowly making peace with adulthood. These feelings are recent and will still need time to develop, but I’m really working on myself these days, trying to make myself happy in all aspects of life. Not only giving more of myself to the important people in my life, but also letting people in – that’s a huge undertaking for me. Maybe that’s part of growing up – learning to shake off old demons, move forward, and listen to your inner self.

I digress, end of my musings. Here are the highlights of the past weeks:

Dinner with my work team at Fig & Olive in the Meatpacking District – highly recommend! They have multiple locations around the city. I ordered this drink called the Piscine (pool” in French), and it was pretty much an alcoholic equivalent of a refreshing swim – sparkling white wine served on ice with wine-soaked strawberries floating in the glass. It was a long, crazy dinner full of laughs with my team.

Happy hour with Sofia, my fellow planner, and some of our reps at the Jimmy rooftop and then Koi for dinner. We work closely with these reps but finally got to meet them in person, and it was a great night out. The sunset was slightly warm on the rooftop bar – enough to let me slip off my wool coat for a few minutes to feel some rays on my arms. I’m not crazy about sushi because I’m usually hungry about an hour after eating it, but Koi is always delish. I entertained the table with my college’s claim to fame – the invention of Gatorade.

Robyn’s bridal shower in Florida – huge success. I’m so glad it all went so smoothly and she loved it. The night before was a little crazy since I was fighting a cold and still had a lot to assemble (I had to ship things ahead of time and travel with the rest of the décor in my suitcases), but you would never be able to tell at the actual event. My dad said I walked in the front door after the event and promptly sunk into the couch, out like a light within minutes out of sheer exhaustion. During the weekend though, I got some much-needed quality family time. It was too short, but I’m saving the bulk of vacation days for later on in the year for other family vacations anyway. I at least got to soak up some perfect beach weather with Robyn on Friday, go shopping for new spring clothes, eat Chik-fil-A, take a bubble bath and snuggle with my pup. I made reservations at a vegan restaurant for my mom, so my dad and I expanded our palates for the evening. It’s not as odd as it sounds – it’s all very fresh and had a lot of veggies. Daddy and I got to partake in our tradition of grocery shopping together, with gloriously stocked, wide aisles, friendly staff and hardly any customers. Publix has their slogan right – it really is where shopping is a pleasure. With my mom’s veganism, I was worried about the dynamic around meals and cooking. We’ve “done the kitchen dance” together for as long as I can remember, baking holiday goodies of all kinds together, sharing recipes and ingredients. I thought our tradition was lost, and that really saddened me. However, we still got to do it that weekend – I’m 2 for 2 with dabbling in vegan dessert recipes now, so we can all enjoy. I whipped up perfectly chewy dark chocolate raspberry cookies – you would have NO idea that they’re vegan. Life changes, and I’ve learned to roll with it. I’m just glad we can still cook together! My dad was super excited to have someone else to fire up the grill for, though, and we both enjoyed filet mignon with asparagus and cheesy, buttery baked potatoes for a Sunday night dinner. It was really hard to leave, but it’s not so bad knowing I’ll see them soon in mid-July.

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I sprained my foot while up to some drunken dancing debauchery at Polly’s bachelorette brunch the following weekend. After a long meal, we bar hopped around Meatpacking, making stops at The Standard and some dive bar with hundreds of bras as wall decorations. It was a beautifully sunny and warm day outside, I was buzzed, and some good oldies tunes were playing in the bar. I felt compelled to join in on the makeshift dance floor, but oh boy did I pay for it! I’m guessing the alcohol dulled the pain, because I walked around thinking someone had stepped on my foot. I got a cab home around 7pm, and still didn’t feel much more than a normal bruise. I washed off my makeup, took out my contacts and changed clothes, climbing into bed after a full day (I had woken up early for spin class so the day felt super long by then). I woke up around midnight with SEARING pain on my foot. HOLY SHIT. Not good. Since I have a loft bed in this studio, it’s even scarier to have to try to hobble up and down a ladder (especially when I drank a TON of water) on a busted foot. I didn’t want to turn on the light but knew something was wrong. I placed a small baggie of ice on it and went back to sleep.

By morning, my foot had a giant blue golf ball on it. I couldn’t walk for real now. I had to maneuver a crawl down the ladder and around my apartment floor – trust me, it’s aggravating. I’m sure my clumsy crawling with a busted foot and serious pain running through my body were super loud on my old floorboards, much to the aggravation of my neighbor in the apartment directly underneath. He actually typed me a bitchy note earlier that week about my “incessant stomping at all hours of the night” and how as a “lease-paying tenant, [he] was guaranteed utmost quiet and [I] was violating a contract.”

My two cents – I have area rugs on the majority of my floors and I’m usually laying in bed by 11pm or 12am, so I have no clue where this was coming from. I’ve since found out that it’s my blow dryer sound. I’ve lived here for a year and a half and use my blow dryer at this same time slot multiple times a week. I have not modified my schedule. My bathroom single outlet is eight feet in the air and is impossible to use to dry my hair, so I use my living room power strip. This asshole actually starts pounding up on the ceiling when I turn it on. Yes, I just put extra grease on all doors as a precaution to be extra quiet all around, but I should be allowed to use my hair dryer when I want as another lease-paying tenant. Sorry not sorry.

Anyway, with no roommate or any friend awake at 8am on a Sunday, I finally realized I couldn’t crawl the two blocks to CVS. No way. I ended up ordering an ACE bandage, Advil, Gatorade, popcorn and Sour Patch Kids (needed to meet the $ minimum and needed a treat too) from Delivery.com. In NYC, if you have the cash, you can pretty much get anything. I paid nearly $40 for those goods, but they came directly to my front door within an hour. My foot felt 100x better with a compression bandage on it! Still, it sucks being out of commission especially in such a fast-paced city like NYC. I spent the day watching endless Hulu Plus and Netflix shows, with my foot propped up on pillows with ice. That’s all I really had the capacity to do anyway. Maybe sometimes you need an entire lazy day like those to unwind…I don’t get them often here. I’m still hobbling around and wincing, but each day it gets a teeny bit better. I think I’ll be normal soon, but it’s definitely an experience in NYC to have to limp in the subway and have people crowding past you. Oh lord.

I also had my first experience with jury duty this week. In New York, they make you serve two full days. The first day starts off with trying to fill the primary case in question, and if that pool doesn’t account for enough jurors, they continue the search with a new pool and the rejected people still have to wait to see if other court cases want to take them in for further questioning on other cases. EW. No one wants to be there, and the whole NY legal thing is massive. Multiple buildings – the judicial area of NYC is right next to Chinatown and is basically its own separate neighborhood. Overall it ends up being two days of filling out questionnaires and hoping your name card isn’t called. At least its proximity to Chinatown made me excited on the first day. I didn’t pack a lunch, so I remembered mine and Alara’s visit to Nom Wah last year and headed over there during a short walk. REAL Chinese food – not friend rice and egg rolls. I got called once on the second day for further questioning for potential selection, but luckily I was at the end of the line and they filled the jury before I made it into the room. PHEW! They have WiFi in the waiting rooms, but it’s painfully slow and constantly disconnects so you can’t get anything done. I was glad to be over with it and finally catch up on two days of missed work. I came into the office for two hours after the first day to help keep the return workload down, but it’s not the same as being here for a full day.

The key to jury duty is claiming to be a total nutcase.

Even with my shrinking wallet, stupid injury and two days of jury duty, life is pretty sweet. I honestly can’t complain about much these days. You know what? That’s such a freeing thing to say. I just need to figure out how to channel it moving forward.


A Gator in Gotham

Long time no post! April has been a busy month. New York has seen a few more weeks of chilly blasts. It’s almost like NYC had an abysmal breakup with winter this year – together, split, together, split, etc. I went home to Florida two weekends ago and swapped out my wardrobe for spring/summer, so it’s ALL COLOR ALL THE TIME from here on out through early fall. I own way more shorts/sundresses/sandals/swimsuits than winter gear, so it’s a return to normalcy.

Wednesday officially marked my year and a half anniversary in NYC. Eighteen months of being a city girl and I couldn’t be more proud of myself. Real talk – April has been a really great month in my life and I’m incredibly grateful. We had a huge plan due for the client this month, but hours are manageable and I’ve been leaving ON TIME. It is so invigorating to not be so frazzled for long nights at the office right now due to planning cycle seasonality. With this newfound “me” time, I’ve had a few pole dance lessons with Alara that made me look forward to Tuesday nights each week. I’m actually pretty decent at it. It’s not whore-ish, it’s empowering because of how much core training it takes AND I’m doing it for myself, not a man. It gives me a chance to get out of my comfort zone and still feel good in my own skin. I’ve been crafting a lot for Robyn’s wedding festivities – sitting on my living room rug surrounded by Diet Coke, scissors, paper scraps and ribbon is my preferred therapy. I recently signed up for Class Pass in order to get back to feeling grounded and less anxious in addition to the upcoming beach season – I feel so much more at peace when I sweat out all the negativity. I’ve already taken four spinning classes and LOVE this method of gymming. With the warm weather slowly trickling in and a lot of friend’s having spring birthdays, my social calendar is full.

The only not-so-great thing is the amount of money I’ve been spending lately. Being a MoH does not come cheap – I have a hotel suite currently booked on my credit card for the bachelorette party (to be divided among the girls once they can RSVP and pay me but still), along with starting to buy decorations, gifts, favors, snacks/drinks for the hotel room, etc. as well as an actual bus ticket for the weekend. I had Polly’s bachelorette brunch to attend last weekend too, which set me back a good chunk of change for the gift and afternoon’s festivities. Carl’s 30th birthday weekend is this weekend, so getting paid will help soften the blow a bit. I get a little antsy when I have to swipe my card or crack open my wallet frequently in a short time period – yes, I do have savings, but it really freaks me out when sometimes I have to spend a lot without being able to space it out. I can’t help feeling the way I do. I don’t like dipping into savings to temporarily cover myself because I don’t always trust myself with replacing what I take. I’m very harsh on myself to the point where I refuse to go out and get lunch or do errands in order to counterbalance, when I really should just stop eating seeds for lunch some days and go get real groceries or buy lunch. An $8 salad won’t kill me every now and again, I guess. I love my friends and I am so honored to partake in their milestone events, I just have to manage myself better. I’ll go hard this weekend and tighten the financial belt for the next few weeks.

With that being said, like the song says, I really can’t complain about much these days, I believe [I]’ll be ok. Parts of the adulthood puzzle are falling into place – I’ve never felt that way before. I’m proud of my current state in my career, I have a work-life balance (since it’s not annual planning season), I’m getting back to working out regularly again, I have time for hobbies and an active social life. After three months of this acne treatment, it’s finally pretty much cleared up! Hallelujah! I’m saving up for two new traveling adventures this year with my family. I’m going to be standing behind my best friend as she starts her new life chapter as a wife, supporting her every step of the way and doing everything to make sure I send her off into married life with a bang. Lately I think 2015 might be the year that I’m starting to get the hang of it all, and while it’s not 100% perfect and happy all the time, I’m slowly making peace with adulthood. These feelings are recent and will still need time to develop, but I’m really working on myself these days, trying to make myself happy in all aspects of life. Not only giving more of myself to the important people in my life, but also letting people in – that’s a huge undertaking for me. Maybe that’s part of growing up – learning to shake off old demons, move forward, and listen to your inner self.

I digress, end of my musings. Here are the highlights of the past weeks:

Dinner with my work team at Fig & Olive in the Meatpacking District – highly recommend! They have multiple locations around the city. I ordered this drink called the Piscine (pool” in French), and it was pretty much an alcoholic equivalent of a refreshing swim – sparkling white wine served on ice with wine-soaked strawberries floating in the glass. It was a long, crazy dinner full of laughs with my team.

Happy hour with Sofia, my fellow planner, and some of our reps at the Jimmy rooftop and then Koi for dinner. We work closely with these reps but finally got to meet them in person, and it was a great night out. The sunset was slightly warm on the rooftop bar – enough to let me slip off my wool coat for a few minutes to feel some rays on my arms. I’m not crazy about sushi because I’m usually hungry about an hour after eating it, but Koi is always delish. I entertained the table with my college’s claim to fame – the invention of Gatorade.

Robyn’s bridal shower in Florida – huge success. I’m so glad it all went so smoothly and she loved it. The night before was a little crazy since I was fighting a cold and still had a lot to assemble (I had to ship things ahead of time and travel with the rest of the décor in my suitcases), but you would never be able to tell at the actual event. My dad said I walked in the front door after the event and promptly sunk into the couch, out like a light within minutes out of sheer exhaustion. During the weekend though, I got some much-needed quality family time. It was too short, but I’m saving the bulk of vacation days for later on in the year for other family vacations anyway. I at least got to soak up some perfect beach weather with Robyn on Friday, go shopping for new spring clothes, eat Chik-fil-A, take a bubble bath and snuggle with my pup. I made reservations at a vegan restaurant for my mom, so my dad and I expanded our palates for the evening. It’s not as odd as it sounds – it’s all very fresh and had a lot of veggies. Daddy and I got to partake in our tradition of grocery shopping together, with gloriously stocked, wide aisles, friendly staff and hardly any customers. Publix has their slogan right – it really is where shopping is a pleasure. With my mom’s veganism, I was worried about the dynamic around meals and cooking. We’ve “done the kitchen dance” together for as long as I can remember, baking holiday goodies of all kinds together, sharing recipes and ingredients. I thought our tradition was lost, and that really saddened me. However, we still got to do it that weekend – I’m 2 for 2 with dabbling in vegan dessert recipes now, so we can all enjoy. I whipped up perfectly chewy dark chocolate raspberry cookies – you would have NO idea that they’re vegan. Life changes, and I’ve learned to roll with it. I’m just glad we can still cook together! My dad was super excited to have someone else to fire up the grill for, though, and we both enjoyed filet mignon with asparagus and cheesy, buttery baked potatoes for a Sunday night dinner. It was really hard to leave, but it’s not so bad knowing I’ll see them soon in mid-July.

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I sprained my foot while up to some drunken dancing debauchery at Polly’s bachelorette brunch the following weekend. After a long meal, we bar hopped around Meatpacking, making stops at The Standard and some dive bar with hundreds of bras as wall decorations. It was a beautifully sunny and warm day outside, I was buzzed, and some good oldies tunes were playing in the bar. I felt compelled to join in on the makeshift dance floor, but oh boy did I pay for it! I’m guessing the alcohol dulled the pain, because I walked around thinking someone had stepped on my foot. I got a cab home around 7pm, and still didn’t feel much more than a normal bruise. I washed off my makeup, took out my contacts and changed clothes, climbing into bed after a full day (I had woken up early for spin class so the day felt super long by then). I woke up around midnight with SEARING pain on my foot. HOLY SHIT. Not good. Since I have a loft bed in this studio, it’s even scarier to have to try to hobble up and down a ladder (especially when I drank a TON of water) on a busted foot. I didn’t want to turn on the light but knew something was wrong. I placed a small baggie of ice on it and went back to sleep.

By morning, my foot had a giant blue golf ball on it. I couldn’t walk for real now. I had to maneuver a crawl down the ladder and around my apartment floor – trust me, it’s aggravating. I’m sure my clumsy crawling with a busted foot and serious pain running through my body were super loud on my old floorboards, much to the aggravation of my neighbor in the apartment directly underneath. He actually typed me a bitchy note earlier that week about my “incessant stomping at all hours of the night” and how as a “lease-paying tenant, [he] was guaranteed utmost quiet and [I] was violating a contract.”

My two cents – I have area rugs on the majority of my floors and I’m usually laying in bed by 11pm or 12am, so I have no clue where this was coming from. I’ve since found out that it’s my blow dryer sound. I’ve lived here for a year and a half and use my blow dryer at this same time slot multiple times a week. I have not modified my schedule. My bathroom single outlet is eight feet in the air and is impossible to use to dry my hair, so I use my living room power strip. This asshole actually starts pounding up on the ceiling when I turn it on. Yes, I just put extra grease on all doors as a precaution to be extra quiet all around, but I should be allowed to use my hair dryer when I want as another lease-paying tenant. Sorry not sorry.

Anyway, with no roommate or any friend awake at 8am on a Sunday, I finally realized I couldn’t crawl the two blocks to CVS. No way. I ended up ordering an ACE bandage, Advil, Gatorade, popcorn and Sour Patch Kids (needed to meet the $ minimum and needed a treat too) from Delivery.com. In NYC, if you have the cash, you can pretty much get anything. I paid nearly $40 for those goods, but they came directly to my front door within an hour. My foot felt 100x better with a compression bandage on it! Still, it sucks being out of commission especially in such a fast-paced city like NYC. I spent the day watching endless Hulu Plus and Netflix shows, with my foot propped up on pillows with ice. That’s all I really had the capacity to do anyway. Maybe sometimes you need an entire lazy day like those to unwind…I don’t get them often here. I’m still hobbling around and wincing, but each day it gets a teeny bit better. I think I’ll be normal soon, but it’s definitely an experience in NYC to have to limp in the subway and have people crowding past you. Oh lord.

I also had my first experience with jury duty this week. In New York, they make you serve two full days. The first day starts off with trying to fill the primary case in question, and if that pool doesn’t account for enough jurors, they continue the search with a new pool and the rejected people still have to wait to see if other court cases want to take them in for further questioning on other cases. EW. No one wants to be there, and the whole NY legal thing is massive. Multiple buildings – the judicial area of NYC is right next to Chinatown and is basically its own separate neighborhood. Overall it ends up being two days of filling out questionnaires and hoping your name card isn’t called. At least its proximity to Chinatown made me excited on the first day. I didn’t pack a lunch, so I remembered mine and Alara’s visit to Nom Wah last year and headed over there during a short walk. REAL Chinese food – not friend rice and egg rolls. I got called once on the second day for further questioning for potential selection, but luckily I was at the end of the line and they filled the jury before I made it into the room. PHEW! They have WiFi in the waiting rooms, but it’s painfully slow and constantly disconnects so you can’t get anything done. I was glad to be over with it and finally catch up on two days of missed work. I came into the office for two hours after the first day to help keep the return workload down, but it’s not the same as being here for a full day.

The key to jury duty is claiming to be a total nutcase.

Even with my shrinking wallet, stupid injury and two days of jury duty, life is pretty sweet. I honestly can’t complain about much these days. You know what? That’s such a freeing thing to say. I just need to figure out how to channel it moving forward.


A Gator in Gotham

Long time no post! April has been a busy month. New York has seen a few more weeks of chilly blasts. It’s almost like NYC had an abysmal breakup with winter this year – together, split, together, split, etc. I went home to Florida two weekends ago and swapped out my wardrobe for spring/summer, so it’s ALL COLOR ALL THE TIME from here on out through early fall. I own way more shorts/sundresses/sandals/swimsuits than winter gear, so it’s a return to normalcy.

Wednesday officially marked my year and a half anniversary in NYC. Eighteen months of being a city girl and I couldn’t be more proud of myself. Real talk – April has been a really great month in my life and I’m incredibly grateful. We had a huge plan due for the client this month, but hours are manageable and I’ve been leaving ON TIME. It is so invigorating to not be so frazzled for long nights at the office right now due to planning cycle seasonality. With this newfound “me” time, I’ve had a few pole dance lessons with Alara that made me look forward to Tuesday nights each week. I’m actually pretty decent at it. It’s not whore-ish, it’s empowering because of how much core training it takes AND I’m doing it for myself, not a man. It gives me a chance to get out of my comfort zone and still feel good in my own skin. I’ve been crafting a lot for Robyn’s wedding festivities – sitting on my living room rug surrounded by Diet Coke, scissors, paper scraps and ribbon is my preferred therapy. I recently signed up for Class Pass in order to get back to feeling grounded and less anxious in addition to the upcoming beach season – I feel so much more at peace when I sweat out all the negativity. I’ve already taken four spinning classes and LOVE this method of gymming. With the warm weather slowly trickling in and a lot of friend’s having spring birthdays, my social calendar is full.

The only not-so-great thing is the amount of money I’ve been spending lately. Being a MoH does not come cheap – I have a hotel suite currently booked on my credit card for the bachelorette party (to be divided among the girls once they can RSVP and pay me but still), along with starting to buy decorations, gifts, favors, snacks/drinks for the hotel room, etc. as well as an actual bus ticket for the weekend. I had Polly’s bachelorette brunch to attend last weekend too, which set me back a good chunk of change for the gift and afternoon’s festivities. Carl’s 30th birthday weekend is this weekend, so getting paid will help soften the blow a bit. I get a little antsy when I have to swipe my card or crack open my wallet frequently in a short time period – yes, I do have savings, but it really freaks me out when sometimes I have to spend a lot without being able to space it out. I can’t help feeling the way I do. I don’t like dipping into savings to temporarily cover myself because I don’t always trust myself with replacing what I take. I’m very harsh on myself to the point where I refuse to go out and get lunch or do errands in order to counterbalance, when I really should just stop eating seeds for lunch some days and go get real groceries or buy lunch. An $8 salad won’t kill me every now and again, I guess. I love my friends and I am so honored to partake in their milestone events, I just have to manage myself better. I’ll go hard this weekend and tighten the financial belt for the next few weeks.

With that being said, like the song says, I really can’t complain about much these days, I believe [I]’ll be ok. Parts of the adulthood puzzle are falling into place – I’ve never felt that way before. I’m proud of my current state in my career, I have a work-life balance (since it’s not annual planning season), I’m getting back to working out regularly again, I have time for hobbies and an active social life. After three months of this acne treatment, it’s finally pretty much cleared up! Hallelujah! I’m saving up for two new traveling adventures this year with my family. I’m going to be standing behind my best friend as she starts her new life chapter as a wife, supporting her every step of the way and doing everything to make sure I send her off into married life with a bang. Lately I think 2015 might be the year that I’m starting to get the hang of it all, and while it’s not 100% perfect and happy all the time, I’m slowly making peace with adulthood. These feelings are recent and will still need time to develop, but I’m really working on myself these days, trying to make myself happy in all aspects of life. Not only giving more of myself to the important people in my life, but also letting people in – that’s a huge undertaking for me. Maybe that’s part of growing up – learning to shake off old demons, move forward, and listen to your inner self.

I digress, end of my musings. Here are the highlights of the past weeks:

Dinner with my work team at Fig & Olive in the Meatpacking District – highly recommend! They have multiple locations around the city. I ordered this drink called the Piscine (pool” in French), and it was pretty much an alcoholic equivalent of a refreshing swim – sparkling white wine served on ice with wine-soaked strawberries floating in the glass. It was a long, crazy dinner full of laughs with my team.

Happy hour with Sofia, my fellow planner, and some of our reps at the Jimmy rooftop and then Koi for dinner. We work closely with these reps but finally got to meet them in person, and it was a great night out. The sunset was slightly warm on the rooftop bar – enough to let me slip off my wool coat for a few minutes to feel some rays on my arms. I’m not crazy about sushi because I’m usually hungry about an hour after eating it, but Koi is always delish. I entertained the table with my college’s claim to fame – the invention of Gatorade.

Robyn’s bridal shower in Florida – huge success. I’m so glad it all went so smoothly and she loved it. The night before was a little crazy since I was fighting a cold and still had a lot to assemble (I had to ship things ahead of time and travel with the rest of the décor in my suitcases), but you would never be able to tell at the actual event. My dad said I walked in the front door after the event and promptly sunk into the couch, out like a light within minutes out of sheer exhaustion. During the weekend though, I got some much-needed quality family time. It was too short, but I’m saving the bulk of vacation days for later on in the year for other family vacations anyway. I at least got to soak up some perfect beach weather with Robyn on Friday, go shopping for new spring clothes, eat Chik-fil-A, take a bubble bath and snuggle with my pup. I made reservations at a vegan restaurant for my mom, so my dad and I expanded our palates for the evening. It’s not as odd as it sounds – it’s all very fresh and had a lot of veggies. Daddy and I got to partake in our tradition of grocery shopping together, with gloriously stocked, wide aisles, friendly staff and hardly any customers. Publix has their slogan right – it really is where shopping is a pleasure. With my mom’s veganism, I was worried about the dynamic around meals and cooking. We’ve “done the kitchen dance” together for as long as I can remember, baking holiday goodies of all kinds together, sharing recipes and ingredients. I thought our tradition was lost, and that really saddened me. However, we still got to do it that weekend – I’m 2 for 2 with dabbling in vegan dessert recipes now, so we can all enjoy. I whipped up perfectly chewy dark chocolate raspberry cookies – you would have NO idea that they’re vegan. Life changes, and I’ve learned to roll with it. I’m just glad we can still cook together! My dad was super excited to have someone else to fire up the grill for, though, and we both enjoyed filet mignon with asparagus and cheesy, buttery baked potatoes for a Sunday night dinner. It was really hard to leave, but it’s not so bad knowing I’ll see them soon in mid-July.

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I sprained my foot while up to some drunken dancing debauchery at Polly’s bachelorette brunch the following weekend. After a long meal, we bar hopped around Meatpacking, making stops at The Standard and some dive bar with hundreds of bras as wall decorations. It was a beautifully sunny and warm day outside, I was buzzed, and some good oldies tunes were playing in the bar. I felt compelled to join in on the makeshift dance floor, but oh boy did I pay for it! I’m guessing the alcohol dulled the pain, because I walked around thinking someone had stepped on my foot. I got a cab home around 7pm, and still didn’t feel much more than a normal bruise. I washed off my makeup, took out my contacts and changed clothes, climbing into bed after a full day (I had woken up early for spin class so the day felt super long by then). I woke up around midnight with SEARING pain on my foot. HOLY SHIT. Not good. Since I have a loft bed in this studio, it’s even scarier to have to try to hobble up and down a ladder (especially when I drank a TON of water) on a busted foot. I didn’t want to turn on the light but knew something was wrong. I placed a small baggie of ice on it and went back to sleep.

By morning, my foot had a giant blue golf ball on it. I couldn’t walk for real now. I had to maneuver a crawl down the ladder and around my apartment floor – trust me, it’s aggravating. I’m sure my clumsy crawling with a busted foot and serious pain running through my body were super loud on my old floorboards, much to the aggravation of my neighbor in the apartment directly underneath. He actually typed me a bitchy note earlier that week about my “incessant stomping at all hours of the night” and how as a “lease-paying tenant, [he] was guaranteed utmost quiet and [I] was violating a contract.”

My two cents – I have area rugs on the majority of my floors and I’m usually laying in bed by 11pm or 12am, so I have no clue where this was coming from. I’ve since found out that it’s my blow dryer sound. I’ve lived here for a year and a half and use my blow dryer at this same time slot multiple times a week. I have not modified my schedule. My bathroom single outlet is eight feet in the air and is impossible to use to dry my hair, so I use my living room power strip. This asshole actually starts pounding up on the ceiling when I turn it on. Yes, I just put extra grease on all doors as a precaution to be extra quiet all around, but I should be allowed to use my hair dryer when I want as another lease-paying tenant. Sorry not sorry.

Anyway, with no roommate or any friend awake at 8am on a Sunday, I finally realized I couldn’t crawl the two blocks to CVS. No way. I ended up ordering an ACE bandage, Advil, Gatorade, popcorn and Sour Patch Kids (needed to meet the $ minimum and needed a treat too) from Delivery.com. In NYC, if you have the cash, you can pretty much get anything. I paid nearly $40 for those goods, but they came directly to my front door within an hour. My foot felt 100x better with a compression bandage on it! Still, it sucks being out of commission especially in such a fast-paced city like NYC. I spent the day watching endless Hulu Plus and Netflix shows, with my foot propped up on pillows with ice. That’s all I really had the capacity to do anyway. Maybe sometimes you need an entire lazy day like those to unwind…I don’t get them often here. I’m still hobbling around and wincing, but each day it gets a teeny bit better. I think I’ll be normal soon, but it’s definitely an experience in NYC to have to limp in the subway and have people crowding past you. Oh lord.

I also had my first experience with jury duty this week. In New York, they make you serve two full days. The first day starts off with trying to fill the primary case in question, and if that pool doesn’t account for enough jurors, they continue the search with a new pool and the rejected people still have to wait to see if other court cases want to take them in for further questioning on other cases. EW. No one wants to be there, and the whole NY legal thing is massive. Multiple buildings – the judicial area of NYC is right next to Chinatown and is basically its own separate neighborhood. Overall it ends up being two days of filling out questionnaires and hoping your name card isn’t called. At least its proximity to Chinatown made me excited on the first day. I didn’t pack a lunch, so I remembered mine and Alara’s visit to Nom Wah last year and headed over there during a short walk. REAL Chinese food – not friend rice and egg rolls. I got called once on the second day for further questioning for potential selection, but luckily I was at the end of the line and they filled the jury before I made it into the room. PHEW! They have WiFi in the waiting rooms, but it’s painfully slow and constantly disconnects so you can’t get anything done. I was glad to be over with it and finally catch up on two days of missed work. I came into the office for two hours after the first day to help keep the return workload down, but it’s not the same as being here for a full day.

The key to jury duty is claiming to be a total nutcase.

Even with my shrinking wallet, stupid injury and two days of jury duty, life is pretty sweet. I honestly can’t complain about much these days. You know what? That’s such a freeing thing to say. I just need to figure out how to channel it moving forward.


A Gator in Gotham

Long time no post! April has been a busy month. New York has seen a few more weeks of chilly blasts. It’s almost like NYC had an abysmal breakup with winter this year – together, split, together, split, etc. I went home to Florida two weekends ago and swapped out my wardrobe for spring/summer, so it’s ALL COLOR ALL THE TIME from here on out through early fall. I own way more shorts/sundresses/sandals/swimsuits than winter gear, so it’s a return to normalcy.

Wednesday officially marked my year and a half anniversary in NYC. Eighteen months of being a city girl and I couldn’t be more proud of myself. Real talk – April has been a really great month in my life and I’m incredibly grateful. We had a huge plan due for the client this month, but hours are manageable and I’ve been leaving ON TIME. It is so invigorating to not be so frazzled for long nights at the office right now due to planning cycle seasonality. With this newfound “me” time, I’ve had a few pole dance lessons with Alara that made me look forward to Tuesday nights each week. I’m actually pretty decent at it. It’s not whore-ish, it’s empowering because of how much core training it takes AND I’m doing it for myself, not a man. It gives me a chance to get out of my comfort zone and still feel good in my own skin. I’ve been crafting a lot for Robyn’s wedding festivities – sitting on my living room rug surrounded by Diet Coke, scissors, paper scraps and ribbon is my preferred therapy. I recently signed up for Class Pass in order to get back to feeling grounded and less anxious in addition to the upcoming beach season – I feel so much more at peace when I sweat out all the negativity. I’ve already taken four spinning classes and LOVE this method of gymming. With the warm weather slowly trickling in and a lot of friend’s having spring birthdays, my social calendar is full.

The only not-so-great thing is the amount of money I’ve been spending lately. Being a MoH does not come cheap – I have a hotel suite currently booked on my credit card for the bachelorette party (to be divided among the girls once they can RSVP and pay me but still), along with starting to buy decorations, gifts, favors, snacks/drinks for the hotel room, etc. as well as an actual bus ticket for the weekend. I had Polly’s bachelorette brunch to attend last weekend too, which set me back a good chunk of change for the gift and afternoon’s festivities. Carl’s 30th birthday weekend is this weekend, so getting paid will help soften the blow a bit. I get a little antsy when I have to swipe my card or crack open my wallet frequently in a short time period – yes, I do have savings, but it really freaks me out when sometimes I have to spend a lot without being able to space it out. I can’t help feeling the way I do. I don’t like dipping into savings to temporarily cover myself because I don’t always trust myself with replacing what I take. I’m very harsh on myself to the point where I refuse to go out and get lunch or do errands in order to counterbalance, when I really should just stop eating seeds for lunch some days and go get real groceries or buy lunch. An $8 salad won’t kill me every now and again, I guess. I love my friends and I am so honored to partake in their milestone events, I just have to manage myself better. I’ll go hard this weekend and tighten the financial belt for the next few weeks.

With that being said, like the song says, I really can’t complain about much these days, I believe [I]’ll be ok. Parts of the adulthood puzzle are falling into place – I’ve never felt that way before. I’m proud of my current state in my career, I have a work-life balance (since it’s not annual planning season), I’m getting back to working out regularly again, I have time for hobbies and an active social life. After three months of this acne treatment, it’s finally pretty much cleared up! Hallelujah! I’m saving up for two new traveling adventures this year with my family. I’m going to be standing behind my best friend as she starts her new life chapter as a wife, supporting her every step of the way and doing everything to make sure I send her off into married life with a bang. Lately I think 2015 might be the year that I’m starting to get the hang of it all, and while it’s not 100% perfect and happy all the time, I’m slowly making peace with adulthood. These feelings are recent and will still need time to develop, but I’m really working on myself these days, trying to make myself happy in all aspects of life. Not only giving more of myself to the important people in my life, but also letting people in – that’s a huge undertaking for me. Maybe that’s part of growing up – learning to shake off old demons, move forward, and listen to your inner self.

I digress, end of my musings. Here are the highlights of the past weeks:

Dinner with my work team at Fig & Olive in the Meatpacking District – highly recommend! They have multiple locations around the city. I ordered this drink called the Piscine (pool” in French), and it was pretty much an alcoholic equivalent of a refreshing swim – sparkling white wine served on ice with wine-soaked strawberries floating in the glass. It was a long, crazy dinner full of laughs with my team.

Happy hour with Sofia, my fellow planner, and some of our reps at the Jimmy rooftop and then Koi for dinner. We work closely with these reps but finally got to meet them in person, and it was a great night out. The sunset was slightly warm on the rooftop bar – enough to let me slip off my wool coat for a few minutes to feel some rays on my arms. I’m not crazy about sushi because I’m usually hungry about an hour after eating it, but Koi is always delish. I entertained the table with my college’s claim to fame – the invention of Gatorade.

Robyn’s bridal shower in Florida – huge success. I’m so glad it all went so smoothly and she loved it. The night before was a little crazy since I was fighting a cold and still had a lot to assemble (I had to ship things ahead of time and travel with the rest of the décor in my suitcases), but you would never be able to tell at the actual event. My dad said I walked in the front door after the event and promptly sunk into the couch, out like a light within minutes out of sheer exhaustion. During the weekend though, I got some much-needed quality family time. It was too short, but I’m saving the bulk of vacation days for later on in the year for other family vacations anyway. I at least got to soak up some perfect beach weather with Robyn on Friday, go shopping for new spring clothes, eat Chik-fil-A, take a bubble bath and snuggle with my pup. I made reservations at a vegan restaurant for my mom, so my dad and I expanded our palates for the evening. It’s not as odd as it sounds – it’s all very fresh and had a lot of veggies. Daddy and I got to partake in our tradition of grocery shopping together, with gloriously stocked, wide aisles, friendly staff and hardly any customers. Publix has their slogan right – it really is where shopping is a pleasure. With my mom’s veganism, I was worried about the dynamic around meals and cooking. We’ve “done the kitchen dance” together for as long as I can remember, baking holiday goodies of all kinds together, sharing recipes and ingredients. I thought our tradition was lost, and that really saddened me. However, we still got to do it that weekend – I’m 2 for 2 with dabbling in vegan dessert recipes now, so we can all enjoy. I whipped up perfectly chewy dark chocolate raspberry cookies – you would have NO idea that they’re vegan. Life changes, and I’ve learned to roll with it. I’m just glad we can still cook together! My dad was super excited to have someone else to fire up the grill for, though, and we both enjoyed filet mignon with asparagus and cheesy, buttery baked potatoes for a Sunday night dinner. It was really hard to leave, but it’s not so bad knowing I’ll see them soon in mid-July.

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I sprained my foot while up to some drunken dancing debauchery at Polly’s bachelorette brunch the following weekend. After a long meal, we bar hopped around Meatpacking, making stops at The Standard and some dive bar with hundreds of bras as wall decorations. It was a beautifully sunny and warm day outside, I was buzzed, and some good oldies tunes were playing in the bar. I felt compelled to join in on the makeshift dance floor, but oh boy did I pay for it! I’m guessing the alcohol dulled the pain, because I walked around thinking someone had stepped on my foot. I got a cab home around 7pm, and still didn’t feel much more than a normal bruise. I washed off my makeup, took out my contacts and changed clothes, climbing into bed after a full day (I had woken up early for spin class so the day felt super long by then). I woke up around midnight with SEARING pain on my foot. HOLY SHIT. Not good. Since I have a loft bed in this studio, it’s even scarier to have to try to hobble up and down a ladder (especially when I drank a TON of water) on a busted foot. I didn’t want to turn on the light but knew something was wrong. I placed a small baggie of ice on it and went back to sleep.

By morning, my foot had a giant blue golf ball on it. I couldn’t walk for real now. I had to maneuver a crawl down the ladder and around my apartment floor – trust me, it’s aggravating. I’m sure my clumsy crawling with a busted foot and serious pain running through my body were super loud on my old floorboards, much to the aggravation of my neighbor in the apartment directly underneath. He actually typed me a bitchy note earlier that week about my “incessant stomping at all hours of the night” and how as a “lease-paying tenant, [he] was guaranteed utmost quiet and [I] was violating a contract.”

My two cents – I have area rugs on the majority of my floors and I’m usually laying in bed by 11pm or 12am, so I have no clue where this was coming from. I’ve since found out that it’s my blow dryer sound. I’ve lived here for a year and a half and use my blow dryer at this same time slot multiple times a week. I have not modified my schedule. My bathroom single outlet is eight feet in the air and is impossible to use to dry my hair, so I use my living room power strip. This asshole actually starts pounding up on the ceiling when I turn it on. Yes, I just put extra grease on all doors as a precaution to be extra quiet all around, but I should be allowed to use my hair dryer when I want as another lease-paying tenant. Sorry not sorry.

Anyway, with no roommate or any friend awake at 8am on a Sunday, I finally realized I couldn’t crawl the two blocks to CVS. No way. I ended up ordering an ACE bandage, Advil, Gatorade, popcorn and Sour Patch Kids (needed to meet the $ minimum and needed a treat too) from Delivery.com. In NYC, if you have the cash, you can pretty much get anything. I paid nearly $40 for those goods, but they came directly to my front door within an hour. My foot felt 100x better with a compression bandage on it! Still, it sucks being out of commission especially in such a fast-paced city like NYC. I spent the day watching endless Hulu Plus and Netflix shows, with my foot propped up on pillows with ice. That’s all I really had the capacity to do anyway. Maybe sometimes you need an entire lazy day like those to unwind…I don’t get them often here. I’m still hobbling around and wincing, but each day it gets a teeny bit better. I think I’ll be normal soon, but it’s definitely an experience in NYC to have to limp in the subway and have people crowding past you. Oh lord.

I also had my first experience with jury duty this week. In New York, they make you serve two full days. The first day starts off with trying to fill the primary case in question, and if that pool doesn’t account for enough jurors, they continue the search with a new pool and the rejected people still have to wait to see if other court cases want to take them in for further questioning on other cases. EW. No one wants to be there, and the whole NY legal thing is massive. Multiple buildings – the judicial area of NYC is right next to Chinatown and is basically its own separate neighborhood. Overall it ends up being two days of filling out questionnaires and hoping your name card isn’t called. At least its proximity to Chinatown made me excited on the first day. I didn’t pack a lunch, so I remembered mine and Alara’s visit to Nom Wah last year and headed over there during a short walk. REAL Chinese food – not friend rice and egg rolls. I got called once on the second day for further questioning for potential selection, but luckily I was at the end of the line and they filled the jury before I made it into the room. PHEW! They have WiFi in the waiting rooms, but it’s painfully slow and constantly disconnects so you can’t get anything done. I was glad to be over with it and finally catch up on two days of missed work. I came into the office for two hours after the first day to help keep the return workload down, but it’s not the same as being here for a full day.

The key to jury duty is claiming to be a total nutcase.

Even with my shrinking wallet, stupid injury and two days of jury duty, life is pretty sweet. I honestly can’t complain about much these days. You know what? That’s such a freeing thing to say. I just need to figure out how to channel it moving forward.