this is it.
more respectable than twitter, right?
long time, no write. i’m stalling, listening to christmas music and not packing. a college friend told me once that rolling your shirts helps save space. that was total bullshit.
the plan is this: red-eye flight and advil pm. rain and walking. friends and food. boyfriend and friends. hotel and not having to make my bed. bf’s relatives and more food. friends and more food. car ride and baby. family and baby. food and baby. christmas.
i’m excited!!!!!!
I seriously made these chocolate chip cookie pumpkin brownie bars tonight. And they’re good! Pinterest has changed me.
wait wait wait, i made the same things last weekend, and they were only SO-SO!!??? i used the two peas and pod blog recipe. blaaahhh. yours look delish.
this morning, just as i’d sudsed up (that’s a word, per my saying it is) my hair with shampoo, the water turned off in my apt. i stood there in my birthday suit and just said “uh oh.”
fortunately, i’d filled up a water bottle for my long commute home the previous evening. i proceeded to dump the water bottle over my head and probably got a solid 10% of the shampoo out before deciding to blow dry it and buy myself a pumpkin spice latte out of pity.
i just got home from work and the water is “on.” and by on, i mean running but green and foggy. EW.
looks like i’ll have to drink wine tonight, instead of water.
pretty sure she glares at the camera and growls when dan says she’s goin’ poo. also pretty sure she’s the most awesome babe ever.
no really. cutest thing ever.
so now i’m just gonna heart the shit out of everyone’s posts.
the last month recap:
new york. new niece. effing cutest thing alive. ice cream. dream apartment. family. bar on a boat. laughter. 9-5:30. sick, little kiddos. trauma. learning. feeling confident. feeling self-conscious. contagion. nice weather. dinner with friends. missing home. wedding. birthdays. life stuff.
florida this weekend for another wedding. apparently, pensacola is a town in florida, except it’s barely in florida and more like in alabama. i’d be nervous if we weren’t staying in these sweet-ass digs:
really? REALLY???? i’m insanely jealous. my mom emailed me a photo of baby alice in jacques torres in bklyn. the caption read “alice didn’t want any hot cocoa. i’m contemplating kicking her out of the family.” aahhhh!
Today I had tons of fun and was irresponsible. In the morning was following around Beddie at an exclusive Empire State Building tour replete with omelette. We went up to 103 which is one ladder above the highest floor people can reach on tours. It’s terrifying! There are no guard rails. I have photos of that but think the haunted house I made at Jacques Torres is cooler. Our other media event du jour was a chocolate tour. We got to meet the frenchy himself and cover corn flakes in dark chocolate. It was so perfectly hands on. I ate so much. And am so behind with work.
can’t wait to meet baby alice later today. :-) EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! imma spoil this lil’ fatty rotten.
leaving sfo on a red eye tonight. finally. then a 13 hour layover in milwakee. awesome. i can’t even spell that city. but NEW YORK tomorrow night to become an auntie!!!!
