Ughhh. I just accidentally binge-watched all six episodes of The Jinx–HBO’s docu-series about Robert Durst–in less than 24 hours. It’s like the podcast Serial but obviously visual. I never got into Serial (mostly because I didn’t know what to do while listening to a podcast), but The Jinx got me totally sucked in (plus we did a piece on it last week at work and I was totally confused) and now I’m creeped out. Sigh.
Despite this, I did have a lovely weekend. Saturday was rainy and gross and I cleaned my apartment in preparation for my brother’s visit later this week. I also ran 8 miles which nearly killed me. On Sunday, I had lunch with some lovely friends from Kirkwood and then finished cleaning. My hope is that a thin layer of dust won’t descend before Thursday.
Also, asking for a friend (that friend being myself), but what is the appropriate protocol for when someone who has defriended you on Facebook adds you on LinkedIn? Laughing all way to the IGNORE button, right?
This is my last quiet week before things get crazy for a bit. I’m going to focus on taking things slowly and breathing deeply. And just trying to go with the flow (like a twig on the shoulders of a mighty stream). I mean, we know the reality is that this will probably last until I walk through the door at ABC and maybe get my coat off, but at least I will attempt some positivity.
Well, here we are on Monday again. I had a busy weekend (for me). I had lunch/brunch with my cousin Ellen at Jacob’s Pickles on the Upper West Side. I do love introducing visitors to the loveliness of being uptown. After stuffing ourselves, I met my friend Liz for manicures and then we went to happy hour. It was a very New York day.
And on Sunday, it snowed and everything was pretty and quiet.
I had a very nice weekend–full of the right blend of social interaction and quiet time. I did some crafting on Saturday–where I used my heat tool and a new stamp and embossing powder. I’m pretty much the coolest.
And then Saturday night, I had a dinner with a friend (margaritas!) and then we went to a birthday party in Williamsburg. For my 30th birthday, I want balloons in the shape of 3-0 AND donuts in the same shape.
And now I’m waiting for my Fresh Direct delivery (beverages, hello!) while they do road construction outside my window.
Friday night, I got home at 4:37am. And not because I was out partying and being cool. I was at work dealing with breaking news and the West Coast. Dreams. But, when I got home, I found a package from my mother full of lovely treats. And all was well.
Today, I didn’t blog because I was swamped at work–shoots, planning shoots etc. Dreams. And when I got home, I found that the hot water and heat in my building had NOT been restored (they’ve been out since Saturday) which means I’ll have dirty hair tomorrow. For my shoot in the Elle Magazine fashion closet. Yep. Dreams.
And it is cold again. I’m not that upset about the cold–everything is frozen again. Which means the slush puddles are gone. I had a lovely little weekend (and I didn’t photograph anything). I hung out in Brooklyn–and saw Maggie Gyllenhaal and Peter Sarsgaard at a coffee place in Park Slope. And then I hung out on the UWS. I must say, I’m more than a bit bummed that the weekend is over.
I had a lovely weekend–it was so nice. And then this morning, I got up and took a package to the Post Office. Mistake #1. Mistake #2 was using the automated machine. I’m not 80 years-old, I know what I’m doing. This time, though, the machine didn’t print my postage stamp. So, I got in line and waited with my receipt. When I FINALLY got to the window, the nice lady (and by nice, I mean not at all) got angry WITH ME. She yelled at me for not cutting everyone in line. “You did the wrong thing getting in line,” she said in a loud, mean voice. And then told me I was out of luck. The machine doesn’t re-print and she couldn’t just put a stamp on the package because I had a receipt.
I had to go to the UPS store and pay again. I am never going to the Post Office again. For anything other than stamps.
It was a nice weekend. A quiet weekend. A bit of a grey weekend. And now I’m off to the races again. Let’s hope this week is calm–and doesn’t require tumblers of wine at the end of my long workdays. I mean, really.
But, I did have a lovely weekend. The weather was divine–just perfect for a picnic in Central Park. I had brunch in a drizzly Brooklyn. And I found a love note from a secret admirer outside my apartment building.
And sorry for being MIA last week–I had a series of very long, long work days and just couldn’t summon the strength to update!
We had a good old-fashioned, Midwest-style thunderstorm in NYC on Saturday. Oh man. I was so happy–so happy that for once I could just sit on my bed and enjoy the thunder and lightning and dark, dark clouds. I was safe and dry–unlike the silly people I could see below dashing around on the sidewalk. And I had a stack of magazines to read, too. I also saw The Great Gatsby–which left me feeling overstimulated, in a bad way.
And then Sunday dawned bright and not-at-all-cloudy and I ventured to Williamsburg where it was sunny and warm and full of hipsters. And then I had to take the L back to the city where I accidentally exited the subway and had to swipe again to take the C uptown to the lovely Upper West Side. That was annoying. But it was delightful weekend.