photo dump: flatiron to fifth avenue

What do you get when you mix two single gals, New York City and a camera?

THIS POST, THAT’S WHAT.

The other night, Lisa and I found ourselves venturing into the city. Our plan was to get soup and then frozen yogurt. And, in case you were wondering, yes, we were fully aware that it was 90 degrees and humid out. We even had a conversation about how making good decisions is not on our list of marketable skills. But really, when Tomato Cheddar is soup of the month, the bad decision would be not to get the soup.

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We got off at 14th Street/ Union Square and headed off to find soup nirvana. We noticed a group of fire engines on the block of the soup place.

Lisa: Oh, that’s definitely Hale and Hearty.

Me: No it can’t be.

Lisa: Totally is.

We get closer and we notice that the fire department set up caution tape right in front of the soup place.

Lisa: I told you it was Hale and Hearty.

Me: Ugh.

For a brief second I contemplated hopping the caution tape and getting the soup anyway. Then I realized that my foot would 100% get stuck and New York City’s Bravest (and hottest, if you ask me) would get to watch me eat the pavement. not a good look.

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It turns out that there was falling debris from the top of the building. As far as I know, no one was hurt except me and Lisa because we were denied our beloved Tomato Cheddar.

After dinner we took a walk over to the Flatiron Building. From there, our excellent decision making skills kicked in again and we started to walk to Rockefeller Center. Just for a point of reference, the Flatiron is on 23rd Street and Rockefeller is on 45th. You do the math, because we didn’t.

We tried to get a cupcake and a cup of coffee before we headed home, as per usual, but Crumbs had the nerve to be in the process of closing for the night. I mean, what is this? Don’t they know that there’s a possibility that two psychos from Brooklyn may need a sugar fix at 10pm? city that never sleeps, my ass. 

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As I was going through the pictures I took I was thinking that if Taylor Swift needs some assistance in her role as New York City’s Ambassador, maybe Lisa and I could help. Sooo… Taylor, if the pressures of the job get to be too much, just know that we gladly volunteer to lend a hand. Just as long as Lisa gets to play with Olivia and Meredith and I get to meet Harry Styles. Or Ed Sheeran, at least. It’s up to you, just let us know.

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another award!

I’m a little late but I was nominated this week for the Dragon’s Loyalty Award by The Finicky Cynic! Thank you so much for the nomination and for always commenting on my posts! I’m glad to know that someone is reading them!

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This award was a new one for me so I’ll share the rules, in case it’s new for you too!

  • Put the award’s logo on your post. done!
  • Thank the person who nominated you and put a link to their blog. done!
  • Nominate 15 other bloggers. we’ll see…
  • Let your nominees know you have nominated them.
  • Post 7 facts about yourself.

Now, seven facts about myself… haven’t I covered enough on here? Let me see what I can do.

  1. I’m not an overly touchy/huggy person but I’d love to have someone play with my hair and scratch my back on payroll. When I win the lotto, it’s on.

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2. I will watch any version of Snow White I could find. There’s one with Diana Rigg (or Olenna Tyrell for you Game of Thrones fans) as the Evil Queen. I watched it so many times I could probably still recite it word for word.

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i am, thank you.

She still scares the shit out of me, by the way.

3. Except for when I broke my leg, I’ve never had to go to the hospital. Call me Monopoly because I’m just visiting.

4. I’ve passed out once in my life. I was in Florida on vacation with my family. One minute I was standing in front of the mirror while my mom brushed my hair and the next I was on the floor with my dad in my face screaming “MARTINA!“. good times.

5. I know I mentioned this in my last post but, I’ve lived in the same house and have had the same phone number literally forever. (and that, my friends, is the correct use of “literally”) The thought of moving makes me sweat. How would I know where to go? And boxes! So many boxes!

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6. If I could eat one deli sandwich for the rest of my life (give or take. that’s a lot of commitment) it would be roast beef, mozzarella, and brown gravy on garlic bread. With a side of potato salad. yum.

7. I will never say no to a bouquet of flowers. Especially surprise ones. Or ones I buy myself, just because. Whatever. Just no carnations.

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Ok, now for the nominations.

Just Jessie

Never Serious Blog

The Other Juliette

AA

Mallory Can’t Even

Beyond Basic

Ok, so there aren’t 15 people on the list. Sue me. (please don’t)

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isn’t this what facebook is for?

Well, the time has finally come. I’ve known about this for a while now and it’s finally coming to be.

MY HIGH SCHOOL REUNION IS COMING UP.

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I mean, I am fully aware that it’s been 10 years since I’ve walked those hallowed halls. I graduated on June 23, 2005. The same day I got a Razr cellphone, so clearly it was a day worth remembering. The reunion is in it’s planning stages but already I’ve been invited to join the Class of 2005 group on Facebook and I’ve also taken a survey about what kind of venue I’d be interested in and how much I’d be willing to spend. And in case you we’re wondering, “just enough to get me drunk enough to get through the night” was not an option.

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Believe it or not, I’m on the fence about going. And by on the fence I mean I’m fully on the no side but I’m leaning against the fence to see who’s on the other side. If enough people I like and can have a good time with are going to be there, I’ll cough up my $120-$140 for a ticket, step into my dancing shoes and go. If not, it’s the usual Netflix and sweats for me.

I just wish there were something that could connect people who went to high school (or college, or work) together, where they can (over) share their whole lives. Births, deaths, marriages, divorces, break- ups, make -ups, recipes, political opinions, lunches, general complaints, new jobs, graduations, cute animals, petty drama, anything and everything. It should be called something catchy like FaceSpace. No… Facebook! Yea, it would be called Facebook and… oh wait. I mean, really. I know people put on Facebook and Instagram what they want to but everything they post can’t be a lie or an exaggeration. I liked the people I hung out with in high school. That’s why they’re my friends on Facebook, so I could see how/what they’re doing. Do I always like or comment? Nope. But they don’t always like or comment on my stuff either and that’s ok.

My other and more personal reason for not wanting to go is that I feel if you took 28 year old me and put her back in that school/environment, there would be very little difference. Except that 18 year old me would want to beat the shit out of 28 year old me. She would be so disappointed in her. (I wrote about that here, if you’re interested.) I’m working the same part time job, listen to the same type of music, hang out with the same people (actually, I had more friends back then), live in the same house, have the same cellphone number. I’m single with no kids. The only thing I’ve done is graduate from college and even that’s not enough because I’ve seen a lot of Master’s graduations through that Facebook thing. I haven’t been to Europe or even the West Coast. I want to go places and do fun things but I haven’t and it sucks. It sucks more with a reunion looming over my head. for the record and in hindsight, i liked high school so i’m not afraid of seeing certain people or anything like that.

Most of the guys I liked back then are now engaged or married so I don’t even have that to look forward to. I guess I’ll just pray that wherever this event is (because let’s face it, even with all of this complaining, I’ll wind up going), there’s an open bar and a kind Uber driver to take me home.

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Graduation 2005: so full of hope and free of makeup

Maybe I should just Romy and Michelle this situation and OWN. IT. except i didn’t invent post-its.

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Would/did you go to your reunion? Am I wrong for feeling this way?

Let’s discuss!

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TAG: this or that – summer edition!

I wanted to be like the cool kids and write a weekend round-up but I quickly realized that wasn’t going to happen so I found a summer this or that tag on Always, Abby and since we’re heading for a heatwave here, what’s a better time to do it?

Ocean or Pool
POOL. The ocean might be relaxing, but the sand that comes with it, is not. Pools also don’t have sharks or jellyfish, which seem to be running rampant on the East Coast lately.

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Beach Vacation or Wilderness
See, now this is where I contradict myself. I will NOT go camping. EVER. The thought of bugs and mountain lions and peeing in a bush and foraging for food do not appeal to me at all. I like driving through the woods, like if we go up to the Poconos or something but there’s a hotel at the end of that drive and that suits me just fine. That being said, I guess I’d rather be at the beach but there’s that whole sand issue. will i ever be satisfied?

Watermelon or Strawberries
Watermelon – all day, every day

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Bikini or 1-piece
One piece; more because I think they’re classier looking and less because I’d need to be dead ten years to even think about putting one on.

Lemonade or Iced Tea
Iced tea with ice, please.

Hotdogs…grilled or over a fire
I’ve never had weenies over an open flame so I’m going to go with grilled.

Hat or Sunglasses
Sunglasses, when I remember to wear them

Windows Down or AC all the way
I can’t live without my AC. Actually, I’m OK during the day but at night I need my room to be chilly. And by chilly, I mean arctic.

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Tanning Lotion or Sunscreen
Tanning lotion with some SPF. My favorite, in case you were wondering, is Maui Babe Browning Lotion. It smells like coffee and doesn’t turn you orange. Just slap it on and bake in the sun.

Baseball Game or Concert
Both are fun. Both are opportunities to watch men run around in tight pants, assuming you’re like me and the only (summer) concerts you’ve been to are Backstreet Boys ones.

Ice Cream or Popsicle
Both sound delicious right about now. 

Fireworks or Fireflies
Fireflies because they don’t make me pee my pants, which is a story for a different post.

Flip Flops or Bare Feet
My feet are their happiest when they don’t have shoes on, but what they fail to realize is shoes keep rocks and pieces of glass from embedding themselves in to them. 

Water Balloons or Squirt Guns
I remember being in camp with my cousins, filling up water balloons at the water fountain next to the smelly park bathroom. I could never tie them so I’m not sure why I always filled them. I also remember begging my parents for a Super Soaker, which I believe is still in my garage somewhere.

And there you have it. Definitely not a weekend wrap up but at least it’s something. If you want to do this tag, feel free!

Talk to you soon!

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celebrate 28!

I really wanted to write something prolific about being in my late, late twenties. Like all the things I’ve learned thus far. Something Thought Catalog worthy. Something that would go viral. Well, if there’s one thing I’ve learned about life it’s that it lets you down. Just like this post. So instead of something thoughtful and poetic you’re going to have to settle for some gifs. I searched the internet for these myself so I’ll just accept that A for effort, thankyouverymuch.

#CELEBRATE28

Ok, I’m off to stuff my face with cake!

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single gal speaks: facebook stalking

We’ve all done it. We can deny it, try to stop it, or just learn to embrace that it is part of every day life now. I even found myself doing it yesterday afternoon. What am I talking about?

FACEBOOK STALKING

Specifically, an old flame’s new match. 

Ugh. I know, right? Since I found myself doing this recently, I figured I’d make a list of what was going through my head as I was doing it so we can all commiserate together in the comments.

for reference: my urge to snoop around stemmed from a text from a friend who mentioned the new match. ok, let’s go.

  • hmm.. i can’t remember what the new girl looks like..
  • open Facebook app
  • what was her name again?
  • ugh. i can’t find her. how does she spell it?
  • she has to be different, doesn’t she?
  • maybe this is a sign to just turn back and not open pandora’s box
  • ha! yea, right

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  • ok, who’s friend list could i find her on?
  • this would be so much easier if HE had a facebook
  • this may take all night. i mean, i’ve got nothing else to do.
  • ten minutes later…
  • BINGO!
  • what is her profile picture of? click
  • oh. they took engagement photos. how nice.
  • i don’t even have feelings for him anymore. why is this bothering me?
  • oh God. they’re in a meadow
  • LAAAAAAMMMEEEEE
  • are there any more?
  • she’s got her profile locked up tighter than fort knox.

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  • why does she look so young? am i really that old?
  • he looks good.
  • ugh. please. don’t go there.
  • but he really does.
  • STOP.IT.
  • maybe he doesn’t look that good.
  • yes he does.
  • ENOUGH. look at something else.
  • she’s really taking advantage of those privacy settings, huh?
  • well, i guess we’re done here. until next time, lovebirds.
  • close facebook app
  • gag

Am I close? Those privacy settings are a killer, no?

Let’s discuss!

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Well, I said I’d be back

Well, I said I’d be back.

I’m sure you’ve seen this gem floating around the internet lately.

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Since I’ve been out of the blogging game recently, I don’t have too much to say except…

REALLY? OPRAH?!

Of all people this ends up in Oprah’s magazine? The same Oprah whose weight has been up and down more than the elevator at the Empire State Building? The same Oprah who rolled her lost fat out on stage in a Radio Flyer wagon?

Something tells me there’s going to be an opening in the Advice department at the magazine pretty soon. I’m sure Oprah doesn’t proof her whole magazine every month. She’s not Miranda Priestly, for God sakes. But, I would like to think she cares enough about it since it’s her name and face on the cover every month. did you ever notice that? she’s the only person who graces that cover?

I’m not one to wear a crop top, but if I wanted to, I would. And my stomach is far from flat. so there.

I mean, am I the only one who thinks this is funny?

Let’s discuss!

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