WEEKEND WARRIORS


spring crept in the door this weekend! it shouted, in its cute high-pitched elmo-like voice, "wear a colorful dress! eat colorful food!" and so dress i wore and kale i ate and merry we were, as roomie patrick entertained his guests on easter for one of those brunch parties that starts at 2 in the afternoon. (i am convinced that all of patrick's friends qualify to be guest characters on girls. you know, the attractive, smart, pop culture savvy type that have 10,000 twitter followers and poetry degrees.)

also this weekend i broke my kosher for passover run to eat hot cross buns x two: one from bklyn larder on a little lunch date with eggboy, and one (ok three) that chris made from scratch. after bklyn larder, eggboy got a little bit blue about not being with his family for easter, so i rerouted us to fleisher's, where we acquired beginner's steak and beginner's lamb (neither of us have cooked either of those before) for a special eggboyeaster dinner! i think the steak had about 10 minutes too many, but i'd rather feed eggboy overcooked steak than undercooked. 

we rounded off the weekend with 90s movies, the kind that show you what life was like in the suburbs when scrunchies were in style and pixar wasn't yet that cool. i rather miss those days... 

-yeh!

I WAS HOME

ok hi, hi!!! i'm back from a stupendous long weekend home of little lunches around my favorite suburban restaurants, george gershwin being camera shy, finally finding a dress for stoop's wedding, and stoop obviously getting drunk at brunch.

oh and then johnswik, my future brother-in-law, rolled in to sing: when i say afi, you say komen. it only took (formerly little, now really tall) jake about two hours to find it. i think he won a high five?

being home was just so much awesome stillness, like sitting on the couch and watching girls and spending five hours in the spice shop with mum smelling every single spice thrice and painting my nails purple and watching melissa down a robicelli's cupcake on the television with katie and jaclyn while we drank cider. nothing i'd ever be able to do in new york without feeling guilty for not being at this album release show or that new opera or catching up on my new yorker. 

and so now i'm back and pondering my existence as a half-way to new yorker brooklynite and mostly i just want to be eating kale in the kitchen with mum as she brushes gracie's teeth. oy vay. 

-yeh!

WEEKEND WARRIORS

in the weekend, we pretended it was spring when we ran around the park and then over to the greenmarket.
we avoided the internet for a full 24 hours and regained our imaginations.
there was kale and bacon pop-tart baking, pottery painting, and plenty of strolls through town. 
i acquired lots of jars which marked the beginning of a grain library and a pickle hobby.
eggboy sang eggman and the next morning featured andy griffith and barney fife.
add one embarrassing game of scrabble where i picked all of the x's and eggboy all of the e's, some civil wars, and tea with the queen
and yes, i'd say it was really quite a lovely few days.

-yeh!

WEEKEND WARRIORS









during the weekend we were tourists in our own city. or, manhattan, if i can call it mine anymore. it happened after a dream where i gave up my big brooklyn apartment for a tiny manhattan thing. i woke up half scared and half excited at the feeling of living in a treehouse above the big city, if only in a dream. so away we rode, for coffee with rob in his midtown high rise and to urbanly explore all over central park and the upper west side. one bag of kale chips and one augustus saint-gaudens statue later my manhattan quota was met and it was time to head home.

-yeh!

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