egg and cheese

i am loath to say that i'm currently sitting in a panera - it's not my fault, people! dan had to work this morning and since we are carpool-ers i decided to wait around this banana stand and pretend to "do work" on my computer. what this means is to watch project runway while uploading pictures and reminiscing from a really amazing, invigorating weekend in new york. here's a play by play :

friday: drive up to DC, hang out with my daddio y mamacita, meet megan, drink sangria in chinatown, wait an extra hour for the bus, get yelled at by the seriously abrasive proprietors of the bus, hurry onto the bus, doze while sharing leonard cohen on the ipod, brave the disgusting hole in the floor they refer to as the toilet, which is located in inky darkness and is not equipped with toilet paper or a locking door, get walked in on by a fellow bus rider while hovering above said hole and clinging to the handicapped handle for dear life while truck drivers catch glimpses of my bare bottom through the uncurtained window, FINALLY get to manhattan, meet jonny, drink delicious pickle-tini and eat yummy veg dumplings at bar nearby where there is a single gogo dancer, get in cab, go to apartment in brooklyn, drink rolling rock, talk about immigration/welfare/who the fuck knows, feel bad for andrew for having to get up to go to work in 4 hours, pass out

saturday: wake up with horrible pain from lack of pillow, suspect heart attack, take advil, venture out, walk walk walk walk see parks, trees, people, teeny dogs, children, books, clothes, cheese shop, end up at the five leaves, wait wait, drink perfect iced coffee, sit at bar, tiny pickle in my bloody mary, 3 hour long meal nom nom nom nom fried tomatoes, walk walk walk, dead rat, waterfront, strange smells, big grass, conversations about heinous crimes, baby in tutu, pumpkin pie ice cream, old books, nude afro-d barbara streisand record, children's stories, youtube videos, COMPLETE DOUBLE RAINBOW, walk walk, bar, wine, chug wine, pizzzzzzzaaaaaa, dimmed lighting, wine, cab, traffic, paul! queen vic, jager bombs, british flag, gay bar, too many people, kgb, walk walk, cab, bridge, drunk, home, sleep, pillow

sunday: good morning! showerrrrrr, took too long to get ready, nutella bagel but NO SMOOTHIES, get on the train for the first time, get off the train, get on the train, get off the train, brooklyn museum! pornographic statue, student discount, art art art, slippery floors, rhinestones, vaginas! leave into the crisp air, walk, park, squirrels, dogs, kites, soccer, volleyball, legs tired, INDIAN FOOD, dosa! thin flaky buttery lentil pancake in my belly, crowded cafeteria, laughing laughing laughing, walk walk, back to brooklyn, the knitting factory, hilarious, hipster bar, sleeeeepy, couch, sleep.

monday: depressed! last day :( we carry our ludicrously heavy bags around, eat mozzarella basil tomato pesto sandwich, people watch, drudge up the stairs, down the stairs, people watch in chinatown, wait for bus, sit on bus, traffic on bus, try to sleep on bus, get off bus, get on metro, get off metro, get on shuttle bus, get on metro, get off metro, get in cab, goodbye megan! get in car, get out of car, put oil in car, get in car, drive home, get home. bed. dan. mmmmm.

everything besides the traveling aspect of this weekend was truly perfect. the perfect little getaway and we managed to not lose our savings in the process. i love new york!