Trader Joe's: The Trilogy

Sometimes I just feel like somebody upstairs must be messing with me. I'm standing in line at Trader Joe's because yes, I spent a lot of money on things like shoes and working out so yes, I needed to save money and shop at Trader Joe's. It's called budgeting kids. It used to be my job.

But first... the shoes...

Ok so now that we've had that moment... back to TJ's. I'm waiting in line AND THERE'S ANOTHER FIGHT. I just was beside myself. Three older women yelling at each other for the same reason as the last time... someone was not moving fast enough in the line. TJ's is starting to become the new age Fight Club. 

Anyway anyway. Remember when this blog used to be about beers and bros? I need to get back to that. It's just my friend and I have a theory that the bros left the island for the summer but they'll be back for "hibernating" season. Their term. Not mine. I do think, in general, all the bros moved to Brooklyn. All the bros with their short pants, sock game, and boat shoes on point. < that right there is not a grammatically correct sentence and I'm not even going to correct it. REBEL WITHOUT A CAUSE.

I'll be back soon with more bro related blogs. I mean I AMMMM going to Chicago soon and who doesn't just absolutely loove a midwesty bro?!  

 

"Some days you gotta dance"

Holy eff. THIS week. has been something else. I attempted to do as my 22 year old self used to do and worked full days and went out all night. As a side note... starting Monday out with a Dixie Chicks concert is the best slash worst idea ever. Monday night I felt like a 16 yr old girl reliving all of her childhood memories through the songs of DC. Then Tuesday rolled around and I quickly remembered that I am indeed NOT 16 and that I need more than 5 hrs of sleep to be a functioning human the next day. Whatever. This song sums up most of the feels.

But then of course Tuesday night I had dinner plans so I didn't let the tired-ness bring me down. Off to SoHo for a nice lil din din.

Wednesday morning I'm still dragging because again... I'm like not so young anymore. So I do that thing where I tell everyone the whole "I'm-not-doing-anything-I-need-sober-days" type of thing. So it's 5:30 and I'm leaving to go to a kick boxing class (this could be a whole other blog post). I hop in the elevator to be greeted by 2 of our General Managers and they quickly say "Ash! You're coming to dinner with us!" FACK. Guess we're doing this. Dinner. Drinks. Many hours later I head home.

Wake up Thursday morning really thinking I can't possibly do 2 more days of this but I'm no quitter! But actually I sort of am. I snuck out of work at 5 on the dot and sat quietly in my apartment for the entire night. IT WAS THE BEST THING EVER.

Friday and Saturday were jam packed with normal weekend shenanigans.

So here I am on Sunday... and par to the course on me not being able to stick with my convictions for too long... I gave up on the eating out every single meal because I hate cooking. Well technically I still have eaten out for every meal for about the last month but after I had ALL YOU CAN EAT SOUP AND SALAD AT THE OLIVE GARDEN and a COOKIE DOUGH BLIZZARD FROM DQ #chainfoodisthebestfood I went to the store and I bought things for meals. That's right. I'm going to try cooking again. And by cooking I mean microwaving pre-packaged meals. WISH ME LUCK.

And just because I feel like sharing what I've got my sights on (hint hint. I accept gifts) These will be mine. Now I can add fashion blogger to the blogging resume. ;)

This post has no plot... just like the musical I saw on Friday

Oh man. What a weekend!

The weekend started out with me walking out of an off broadway musical. YES. It happened. I reached the point in my New Yorker life that I know enough about that "popular" culture thing and can just walk out if things if they suck. JK JK. I'm not a huge art snob but the musical literally was THAT bad that I had to leave.

Saturday was filled with a Minnesota reunion. Nothing crazy happened. Just your usual bar hopping, boozy Saturday.

This leads me to today. Somehow I wake up bright and early and I'm ready to go shopping with my gal pal at Bloomies. We quickly get over that whole shopping thing because we're STARVING. As we're walking down 2nd Ave, we somehow get on the topic of apartments. My friend starts saying "Yea I mean I would like to have a little bigger of a kitchen and a bedroom." To which I respond "Yea me too!" And then the normal side of my brain kicked in and I realized... You two are grown ass women and all you want to be able to afford is a bedroom!? #newyork

That's right. If you don't remember... I live in 200 sq ft and probably pay at least 4 times your rent. But THIS is what happens when you move to new york. You start to think that sleeping 10 ft away from your stove is normal... that windows that don't look at brick walls is a luxury... that 2 closets is unheard of! So anyway we had a good chuckle about that. (And we're both still hoping for that bedroom one day)

After we fill our hungry lil tummies we continue on our way to find a rooftop bar because it is quite literally the most gorgeous day ever. Turns out EVERYTHING in midtown east is closed on sunday. It's absolutely mind-blowing. Is this not new york!?

We duck into Grand Central to use the restrooms and decide we'll do the outdoor seating at the Campbell Apartment at GCT... ALSO CLOSED. fail fail fail. I turn to my friend and say screw it. we're getting a drink in grand central. Turns out it was kind of endearing. You get to sit and watch the hustle of bustle of grand central without actually being in the mix.

Our peace and quiet didn't last long. To put it nicely... three people roll into this super swanky, high priced bar absolutely shmammered. They want the bartender to fill their señor frog-esque drink glasses. My friend and I start laughing cuz... well... our drinks cost $20 and it came in a flute soooo she's looking at a solid $200 drink to fill that thing up. Unfortunately (or fortunately) the bartender denies her in filling up the glass and tells her to order off the menu.

Next thing you know the crew is stumbling towards the train and crying. It really escalated quickly.

THE STORY CONTINUES.

I walked home from Grand Central (about a 35 min walk) almost immediately a man whispers to me "Hi, beautiful." and I'm all like ya. I know. lolz jk. sort of.. Then I stop at a deli to get dinner because remember? I gave up cooking! As I go to pay, the man at the cash register starts putting my ramen in a brown paper bag. I stop him and say that I don't need a bag. After a very long drawn out reasoning for why I need the bag... I take the bag. I start to leave and the man calls after me if I want hot sauce. Well of course I want hot sauce. Gimme the spicy! THEN as I go to leave again he literally BEGS me to take a banana. I refuse but his pleading makes me uncomfortable so I took a banana and SPRINTED out of the store.

That was my weekend. It was bizarre. Tomorrow is Monday and I'm a lil sad about it so like text me fun things. Great. Thanks boo boos.

This is where you live!

Ohh summer weekends in New York. How lovely and boozy you all are. Yesterday was another glorious summer day that my friends and I decided to spend in Central Park. YES. I'm talking stereotypical 20 somethings living in Manhattan, spending their days picnic-ing in the park. HOW BOUGIE. ( I don't even know if that's the proper spelling...)

Anyway. I get home and decide I need to eat at my wine bar because I am hungry and I need company. Duh. When I leave the wine bar I start thinking how I really need to go get water so I don't have a HO the next day. I pass by my apartment and my doorman starts flailing his arms and shouting "This is where you live!" I literally just burst out laughing and was like I KNOW WHERE I LIVE!! I'll be right back - I gotta go to the store! 

He laughs and I continue on my way. I get to the corner where I should have turned to go to CVS but I see the movie theater and it's like all I saw was a shiny object. Dun dun dun duuuunnn. THE MOVIE THEATERS. Yessss. I must see Me Before You! I've been waiting for so long! So I get myself a ticket, a coffee, and a water and I settle into a nice leather seat. Down the coffee. Down the water. End of the movie rolls around and I'm BAWLING. 

This is not a good look. 

I decide to just shuffle home as quickly as I can to go wash my face and get to bed when guess who is waiting for me outside of the apartment? My doorman... "I have been waiting for you! You said you'd be right back!" Doh.... ok pops. Didn't realize I was on a curfew. So then I had to stop and have this long conversation about how I saw the theaters and had to go there and then it was a sad movie and that's why my eyes are all red and I'll never do it again. blah blah blah. Finally make it to my apartment and call it a night. 

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