when you’re unemployed (holla!), life is like, all weekends. BUT when you’re friends are employed, it’s not really. Alas my weekend started on Friday when Sofi, Nati and I went to Lavo and had a lavly time. Note on Lavo: my ego and I can only handle it about once every few months. I felt like death warmed up on Saturday but a trip to The Highline was the quickest fix, yes even with all the tourists (New Yorker eye roll). At night Sofi and I walked to the west village to meet a friend of ours at a coffee shop; unsure of our next step someone suggested a Jazz club and we were on our way (I realize those last two sentences make me sound totes hipster, which has been cancelled out by my use of ‘totes’). On the way I remembered a place in NoLita called Sweet & Vicious with frozen margs in mason jars, there was no need to convince. Long post short, I was speaking in Spanish the entire walk home. Bloody Sunday arrived and we went for our traditional Sunday-coffee for someone who hates coffee I sure go to a lot of coffee shops.
oh, and when I wasn’t doing the above I was listening to Royals by Lorde. Definitely a week for the jar.
Here’s wishing you a week that feels like the weekend!