I don’t do weekend recap posts often, but when I do… they’ll be here. I actually did things this weekend and since I have some time to write about them, I figured, why not?
Lisa’s birthday is next week but being the busy adults we are, we penciled in plans for Saturday night. Jessica’s landlord is a producer on Saturday Night Live and as a birthday surprise, Jess was able to score tickets for her and Lisa to see the show. The host was Aziz Ansari, who we happened to see as a special guest at the Comedy Cellar. He used some of the same jokes in his monologue and I felt special because I heard them first. so ha! Nicole and I met them for dinner near the studio at Bill’s Bar and Burger, where I got the most delicious cookies and cream shake and an equally delicious burger complete with smoked mozzarella and some sort of BBQ bacon sauce.
It’s a big year for us. We’re turning 30, and as of September, we are celebrating 25 years of friendship. 25 years. Our friendship is a functioning adult. We aren’t, but our friendship is.
After we finished dinner, we left and unknowingly entered Gotham. The fog was so strong, it ate the top half of 30 Rock. I wanted to wait around and see if we could catch a glimpse of Batman, but I was concerned that the Ben Affleck version might show up so I carried on with my night.
After we dropped Lisa and Jessica off at SNL and after a failed vlogging attempt by yours truly, Nicole and I headed for the train since we both had to work the next morning. If you weren’t aware, the Women’s March was held on Saturday in cities all over the world. Naturally, I was looking for stragglers at 10pm, when the event ended at 4.That’s my middle name – day late, dollar short.
A quick word on what’s going on out there. First, I believe in marches like the ones held on Saturday. They were non-violent, people came out en masse, and the participants got their point across. I am so disappointed in myself that I didn’t give myself the opportunity to get out there. Second, the vile tweets, memes and posts that are connected to the women’s march hashtag are shameful. There are a handful of people on my Facebook feed that have made the most asinine comments about the women involved with the march, calling them ugly, stupid, fat, disgusting, etc. WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING?! Not only is it not true, but pretty, smart, skinny, desirable women don’t need/already have rights? (actually, i think i just found a topic for someone who organizes their thoughts better than me to write about. the privilege of the skinny, pretty girl.there’s just so much to be said.) All of this being said, I guess the bottom line is the problem with today is everyone thinks their opinion is the right one and the only one. Myself included i guess since here we are on my blog.
On our way to the train, Nicole and I passed the big LOVE statue on 6th Ave. On the ground around the statue were signs from the march. JACKPOT. If I wasn’t going to find a protest, this was the next best thing, in my opinion.
I threw my camera at Nicole and had a photo shoot with one of my favorite signs. I should have picked up a few of them but there were people waiting to take their own pictures in front of the statue. I didn’t want to be rude.
That sign, for me, was directed less at Trump and more at Facebook. Well, those select few.
I had put my sign down and was walking away when a man told me to pick it up again. “Me?” I said. “Yea, you”, he replied. And just like that there is someone in this city who I don’t know from a hole in the wall with my picture on his cellphone. Too bad he was old enough to be my father and I think he was with his husband so, there’s always next time.
We got home just in time to see the cold open for SNL. I stayed up to watch Weekend Update and then I was out like a light.
Sunday morning while I was at work (ugh.) I got a phone call from my cousin telling me that they would be in Brooklyn if I wanted to meet for dinner. Not one to say no to a good roast beef sandwich (Brennan and Carr, FTW), I accepted. There are no photos because I forgot and because sometimes the best foods aren’t the prettiest.
Now I’m relaxing, hoping this Nor’easter that we’re supposed to get tomorrow keeps the people away from the office. Sure, it makes the day drag, but I have a book to read.
What did you get up to this weekend? Did you march? Tell me all about it!