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weekend update: burgers, shakes and statues

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.

Moving on.

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.

 

sign: Ok we get it. you won. now GROW UP.

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!

brushes with celebrity and birthday celebrations

Ughhhh. I started a post and then got so carried away with the Oscars that I closed the tab – like a big idiot.

Anyway, as I was saying, it’s been ridiculously cold here for, like, ever. So cold that my will to live do anything has seemingly flown right out the window. Today though, the temperature has generously gone up to 40-ish degrees and I didn’t know what to do with myself. I drove with my car window cracked open! I went outside without a jacket! It was surreal and amazing. Tomorrow, the temperature plummets again. sigh.

Last night, we (my cousins and I) went out for my cousin Desiree’s birthday. She picked a place in the Village that gets pretty packed, pretty quickly. So instead of fighting with the crowds for some food, I went to find food with some of my cousins and their significant others. We trudged through the snow until we found the Olive Tree Cafe. We went in and had to wait a little while but it sure as hell beat walking around in the snow and slush. So, we’re standing in the small vestibule, waiting for a table and a guy passes us. I look up and have a mini freak out.

Me: Jill! Do you know who that was?

Jill: No. Who?

Me: Ok, you know Carly from GirlCode?

Jill: Yea

Me: Her boyfriend!

Jill: What’s his name?

Me: I don’t know, but he’s on SNL!

His name is Pete Davidson, by the way.

So now I’m looking for Carly or any other famous faces. I mean, I was in the Village. you just never know. Nothing. We sit down and we order and all of a sudden someone passes my table and I look up to see Leslie Jones, again from SNL, walking towards the back of the cafe.

Me: Guys! I just saw someone else from SNL.

Jill, Nikki and Nestor: Who?

Me: I don’t know her name, but I know she’s on SNL. She’s one of the newer cast members.

Well, that was anti-climatic.

It was then that I realized that the restaurant was located upstairs from the Comedy Cellar. well, that explains it. I didn’t get any pictures or autographs so if Pete becomes the next Jimmy Fallon or if Leslie becomes the next Maya Rudolph, so help me God. I mean, good for them; i’ll just be kicking myself for the rest of my life.

When we finished, we started the journey back to the bar where the rest of the party was. We got back just in time to officially (as in, it was midnight) wish Desiree a happy birthday. We had a few more drinks, danced to some NSYNC (the DJ was actually really good) and finally left for the night. The freezing rain had started by then so the block and a half walk to the train station was a real pleasure, as you can imagine.

desi collage

pretty much sums it up.

I wound up sleeping over at Jill’s or else I’d probably still be driving home. Now, I’m watching (and trying but failing to live-tweet) the Oscars. I already have a list of my favorite looks (*cough* JLO *cough*) so look for that tomorrow(?).

How was your weekend? Have you had enough of winter yet? Who were your favorite Oscar looks?

Let’s discuss!

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