“if i had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn’t. and contrary wise: what it is it wouldn’t be. and what it wouldn’t be. it would you see?”—alice in wonderland
today im determined to pick up a good book and get lost in it. ive been trying to get in to the girl with the dragon tattoo but have been majorly distracted. i think im going to sit on the roof and enjoy the silence in my head.
there are three basic food groups in life: carbs, vegetables and mussels. i have been to A LOT of mussel places in ny… i order them every single solitary time they are on a menu, without fail. they have all been pretty good but everyone fails in comparison to the ones at schillers. their mussels are heaven in a bowl…a little bit of coconut curry, a lot of garlic and a giant basket of bread on the side. i have been now almost a dozen times, and every single time they get better and blow my already established notion of being the best out of the water. go to schillers, order one (maybe two) of the moules frites (yes it comes with fries), a carafe of some red wine, extra bread, and a straw, so you can drink straight out of the bowl. you are set for life. i promise you, you will not be dissapointed.
ps…shout out to my new urban friends. i hope you got to try them tonight :)
Schiller’s Liquor Bar 131 Rivington St and Norfolk
tonight my roomies and i went to shake shack. if you have not been to this delightful, wondrous, should be illegal, mouth watering, burger joint, then shame on you and your first born. we ate burgers( clearly mine sans cheese), fries, and the ever elusive and super delicious black and white shake. a perfect fat kid meal. everyday should be a shake shack day. amen.
a few weeks back, i had the amazing opportunity to go to vietnam with my then boyfriend and his entire family, i mean ENTIRE family. we traveled 8 of us: mom, dad, sister and husband and brothers. i met his grandma, aunts, uncles, at least 25 cousins and the 600 lb. family pig. i was the token white girl. the white girl with curly hair and red sneakers, who could only say important phrases like “thank you” and “fishsauce”. so white that the vietnamese teenagers lined up to take pictures with me, forcing me to make silly faces and peace signs. i was sooo cool.
we rode motorbikes like the locals, bathed in the natural spring spa, wandered through budhist temples, drank the local coffee, and most importantly ate like we were going to the electric chair three meals a day. i was consistently and amazingly pushed out of my comfort zone and i loved every minute of it. the food was incredible, the weather was perfect, and i, i fell in love.
side note: just bc we have broken up, i refuse to let this trip be erased from my memory. i have lots of memories, happy memories, and an extra five lbs of pho on my ass that tells me i wont let anyone ruin this for me. not then, not now, not ever. today vietnam makes me happy.
its been a really rough week. a hell of a week. maybe one of the worst weeks of my life. the kind of week that feels like my life is moving in slow motion, housewives of nj reunion is on in five minutes and i have no clue where the remote is. (i really REALLY hate when that happens) normally, id crawl up in bed, suited up in my american apparel yoga great butt pants and slouchy tshirt, covers over my head, crying black tears and watching terrible romantic comedies that only janelle knows the name of…but something tells me this time is different. i dont know if its the bottle of vodka i drank or the new shoes i bought, but something, something is different.
i guess i should probably tell you why my week was so bad. well, hold on to your hats kids, you are in for a treat.
rewind to last tuesday. i lost my job. not just any job, the perfect job. i used to work for tommy, this amazingly cute and quirky new concept line with my favorite and adorably pregnant boss. unfortunately, the line has closed and as a result, i get to watch oprah’s last season. it isnt just that i loved the people i worked with and the product i designed, but the fact that i was finally getting what i worked so hard for. oh and did i mention tomato soup mondays?
moving on to funday friday. my boyfriend of two years broke my heart. over the phone. as he always wanted me to be so positive, i guess the phone is a millimeter of a step above being broken up with on a modern day social network or even a post-it. i believe SJP would totally agree.
fast forward to today. today, as i came home from four straight days of complex carbs, black eyeliner, day drinking and the greatest friends in the world, i realized its going to be ok. i also realized, i have a lot to say. the eternal optimist in me says…well, he says absolutely freaking nothing. this is going to be hard, and its going to suck, but i might as well write about it.
wait…dont walk away just yet. i promise im not going to go all dawson’s creek on your ass, im just going to figure out what its like to be me. ergo, 365 days of me. its about time i figured out what i want, what inspires me and what makes ME happy. and if all else fails, i guess there is always syndicated television.