Let It Go

When I walked into Trader Joe's tonight and heard Let It Go blasting from the speakers, I knew I must blog. I for sure had a Mary Tyler Moore moment in TJ's. Just took my red basket and spun around in circles, glitter floating down from the ceiling, pretending all of my life's dreams had come to fruition in a dingy lil grocery store in lower Manhattan. 

JK it was awful. Lines were super long. People were shouting. Fruit was rolling around on the floor. Thank GOD for Idina Menzel ... or Adele Dazeem if you're John Travolta. 

Ok so this blog ALMOST is about bros again. It was either Sex and the City or The Real Housewives of New York... but ONE of those shows talked about how Manhattan is so small that you run into your dates all the time OR you end up dating somebody your friend had already gone on a date with. WELL. It happened. 

Ok so I did my research. The island is 23 sq miles and 1.6M people live in just Manhattan alone. So... the likelihood of me running into somebody I went on a date with should really be slim to none. Now that the stage is set. I shall continue

Yesterday I went to my friend's bday party on the UWS. < city speak for upper west side. We went to the Boat Basin which is essentially a bar underneath an overpass which makes it impossible to have a conversation cuz... those acoustics. Perfect if you hate the company you're with. It was unfortunate for me because I did actually like the company and what's even worse... I went with THE quietest friend I have. So essentially I got to practice lip reading. Not always my strongest skill. #silverlining

As I stroll into the bar looking for the crew, I'm maneuvering through crowds of people and there he is. Right there in front of me. Some guy I met a year and a half ago. I wasn't attracted to him but he was from Nebraska so I figured I should give him a shot. Most of you are probably trying to figure out which bro this one is from the blog. Turns out I don't ACTUALLY blog about every bro interaction. He never made it on here. Super nice guy but just wasn't gonna work out. Lucky for him... I saw him randomly so he finally made the blog! yay! 

Because I'm a mature individual ... I completely ignored him and kept walking. We're not gonna turn this guy into a "Vday steve" situation. Cmon now. 

"Age and glasses of wine should never be counted"

THAT is an Italian proverb that was so nicely printed on my wine bag. I couldn't agree more with the statement.

I don't even know where to start. I feel like I've had so much happen and yet nothing at all. Well to start we can discuss my day. I attempted to go to Central Park to get tan and I legit thought I was going to die from heat stroke. It's hot as sin outside and I don't own a drop of sunscreen so basically I was just testing my luck with life. After a grand total of about 13.2 minutes I found myself an ice cream truck and walked myself to a diner. YES. I got ice cream and THEN went to lunch. And YES. I ate by myself. This is New York, son. Ain't no shame.

As a side note... heard this song at the gym (things you do when you eat lunch after you eat dessert) today and love it so much. Click the liiiink!

Get Turnt

And if you'd like to buy those neat lil glasses pictured above, I found them at Fish Eddy in Manhattan. I did not buy them but it's because I don't have enough space to host people and I thought it might be weird to drink out of "turnt" glasses ... by myself...

The next couple weeks will be nuts. I'm supposed to be in JERSEY this weekend... followed by a trip to the Minnie after that!! yay!