I am a bad blogger and waited for the end of the full weekend to give a run-down of my adventures. And oh were they adventurous. Actually, although my weekend wasn't super exciting, it was the first time I felt like I was really taking advantage of my summer resting spot. Friday we actually got an early out day for the holiday, which was nice but I had no idea what to do. My grumbling stomach eventually led me to a pizza place/bakery a few blocks from work which was a wonderful discovery. I had a piece of chicken parmesan pizza that was significantly larger than my head and followed it up with a black and white cookie that was about the size of my head (that is my only measurement scale). It was definitely satisfying but I think I shocked the cashier when he realized I had consumed everything; I impress people every day. That night I worked out for the first time since I left school (yeah, yeah, worked out on a Friday night, shmah, shmah). I walked around the reservoir in Central Park a few times and, despite my getting lost when I tried to leave (The lovely NYC policeman who showed me where to go were much appreciated), it was amazing; the sun was setting, making the water and fountain look even prettier than usual and there was a light wind that made it a perfect time to walk. Seriously beautiful.
Saturday I went down to East Village, where Andy used to live, so that I could get Artichoke Pizza and go to The Strand. If you haven't heard of The Strand, it's a famous bookstore that has a really diverse collection and a nice selection of store purses that are pretty popular around the city. And if you haven't heard of Artichoke and are coming to the city, check it out! They are known for, not surprisingly, their artichoke pizza which is has a cream sauce, rather than tomato sauce, and spinach and artichokes. It is way more amazing than it sounds and the slices are so large that the cashier had to turn two plates into what looked like a venn diagram, overlapping them because the slice is so large it needs both plates. I was walking down the street, attacking this heavenly slice and I hear "Hey girl, wanna gimme somah-that pizza?" And while fighting the slice for the string of cheese hanging from my very pleased mouth, I shook my head and made it clear that was my slice! Go getchya own. Then I went to The Strand and took the subway back to Times Square where I wandered around and ran into a street fair in which there was free Dr. Pepper and blocks and blocks of scarves, clothing, purses, jewelry, gyros and lemonade. I'd like to take a moment to point out that I took the subway without having called anyone and made it there and back with no issues. Pat on the back.
Sunday morning I just hung out and watched Pushing Daises on Netflix (what-up free trial #2!) until I got a call from Jeff at 1 asking if I still wanted to get together. So we explored Central Park for a few hours and then headed back for dinner, which was delicious. He was having a few friends over that night to watch fireworks on his roof at his new apartment so I stayed for that. It was gorgeous, such a perfect moment (or 20); the sun was going down and there was a great breeze and then the fireworks weren't too shabby. The whole night was a lot of fun.
Nothing interesting to report for today. It was too hot to do anything, so more Pushing Daises inside and I watched Mad Men on AMC because I've heard so much about the show yet never seen it. I liked it; it made me want to wear high-waisted skirts and put my hair in a beehive. Straight class.
That's all I got. Hopefully that was an accurate run-down.
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