Thursday, January 31, 2013

Riverside Park

Remember when it snowed last week? Well, this week it's basically been a faux spring here, with yesterday's temperatures in the 60s. I know it's super boring to talk about the weather, but even worse is complaining about it — you won't find that here. Not that I'm an eternal optimist, but I'm having a great time here, whether it's 60 or 0 (thanks in part to my hat! ok I'm done mentioning the hat, I promise).

This week I've been spending my lunch hour in Riverside Park. I'd only been there a few times before, most notably to check out the garden from the end of You've Got Mail. Probably 60% of the things I seek out in the city are from movies or tv shows. I'm that girl. Anyway, the apartment is closer to Central Park, but Riverside is only a few (long) blocks away, and I think it's rapidly becoming one of my very favorite places in the city.

The last few days it's been pretty empty in the afternoons and the cloudy, foggy, slightly rainy days have given everything a hazy, magical look to them.

There's a main drag lined with trees and benches that reminds me of the Mall in Central Park, minus basically all of the people and hot dog vendors (they aren't missed, trust me). I've only explored the lower half of the park so far, but I intend to take a weekend and walk the entire thing.

I also can't get enough of the architecture on Riverside Drive — the buildings are so elaborate and beautiful — I dream of being rich enough one day to even begin to think about living in one. It's supposed to get cold again here soon, and it may even snow this weekend. A snowy walk in the park sounds like heaven to me — have I mentioned how much I love this city??

PS: I posted a little video of my walk in the park yesterday on Vine if you're into that.

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Queens Museum + Flushing Meadows-Corona Park



On Saturday my friend Trent and I went to the Queens Museum of Art. Neither of us had been before, but we'd been talking about going for a while. We both love New York history, and the museum is located in Flushing Meadows-Corona Park, site of the 1939 and 1964 World's Fairs. Almost all of the fair structures are gone now, but a few are still standing, including the Unisphere, observation towers and the New York Pavilion.


The Unisphere is absolutely amazing and one of the coolest things I think I've ever seen. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but it is enormous. For some reason I had it in my head that it was like, 10 feet tall, but it's actually 12 stories high. It had fallen into disrepair, but was fully restored in the 90s and given landmark status in '95.

Saturday was cold but sunny and beautiful — the park was mostly deserted and Trent and I are already making plans to return in the spring or summer, especially to see the fountains (restored in 2010, but turned off for the winter). We walked through most of it, searching for remnants of the fair but there isn't much left.








The observation towers and the New York Pavilion are basically ruins, but I love exploring old, forgotten places. I felt like I suddenly understood how creatures might feel in the future, coming to Earth and wondering what purpose different things served — Trent and I were speculating on what was inside the Pavilion, until we discovered that it was basically just an empty yard.


The whole area feels like it hasn't really changed since 1964, which I love.

We went into the museum to warm up, and see the New York Panorama, another relic from the World's Fair. The museum is under construction right now (and from what we saw contains basically no art), so it's pretty much the only exhibit that is open — but more than worth the $4 student price of admission.


The Panorama takes up an entire room and took 100 people three years to create. It's a model of all five boroughs, done at 1:1,200 scale — the Empire State building is just 15 inches tall. Again, I'm not really sure what I was expecting, but I was absolutely blown away. It's so incredibly detailed, totally frivolous and just really, really awesome.


I loved everything about Saturday and the park was one of my favorite things I've ever seen in the city. I'll definitely be back in the summer, but I'm so glad we went when we did. The park was beautiful in the snow and we basically had the whole place to ourselves. I get the sense that it isn't a super-touristy thing to do, probably because it's "all the way" in Queens, but it's relatively easy to get to, super cheap, and an all-around awesome day trip.

Now, of course, all I want to do is read about the World's Fair and collect the souvenirs. I'm sad I can't go back to 1964 (or 1939) and eat a "Bel-Gem Brussels Waffle" at the Belgian Village — maybe I'll bring one with me next time and eat it under the Unisphere.

Monday, January 28, 2013

NY Historical Society + My First Snow


Friday night was another wild night in the city — this time I went to the New York Historical Society. Like the Met the Friday before, I went by myself, and I decided to go because it was "pay-as-you-wish" from 6-8pm. I don't mind paying something, especially to support causes I appreciate, but I'm on a pretty tight budget so I'm always down for a discount. I paid $5 (the regular student price is $10) and I think it was definitely worth that. I had never been before, but I would recommend it if you're a super nerd like me. I think I was actually the youngest person there by at least 60 years, but that happens to me a lot.

They currently have a WWII exhibit that was pretty neat, but my favorite was the NY Landmarks photo series. I love learning about New York history and architecture, and I even added a few places to my "to-see" list that I hadn't known about, like Riverside Church and the Manhattan Bridge arch and colonnade.


The other highlight of the Society was a small, somewhat hidden hallway (I felt like I shouldn't be walking down it, but it's definitely part of the exhibitions) with about a dozen paintings of New York scenes from various artists/time periods. I loved all of them, but I snapped photos of my favorites.


The Historical Society is small, and took about an hour to go through — I wouldn't expect to spend much more time there, and I probably won't go back unless there's a new exhibit that strikes my fancy.

I had initially planned to walk there, because unlike the Met, the Society is pretty much in my neighborhood — Central Park West at 77th street — but when I walked out of the apartment I was surprised to find that it was snowing. It wasn't exactly snow-globe-quality, big, fluffy flakes, so much as tiny, stinging, get-in-your-eyeballs snow, so I took the subway to the 81st street stop. By the time I got out of the train, the city was beginning to get covered and I walked into Central Park for a few minutes like a giddy little kid.


I love snow, and this was my very first New York City snowfall. It was still snowing when I was done at the Historical Society, so I took the train to Washington Square Park and walked around a bit. The snow managed to make the city look more magical than usual, even at night.

Unfortunately most of it melted or was shoveled away by morning, but I'm hoping it snows again while I'm here and preferably during the day so I can venture further into the park — this has been my desktop wallpaper for months and I would love to see it this way in real life.


Oh, and I know you're probably sick of hearing me talk about it, but I'm still absolutely loving my hat — it makes all the difference in the world, and it's making winter not only bearable but actually totally fun.

Thank you, hat. You've changed my life.

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Greenwich Letterpress + Subway Etiquette


I have the most amazing family and friends, and every so often I think I should let them know just how awesome they actually are. I love getting mail and I assume everyone else does too, so I decided to send thank you cards to the people that have been most instrumental in getting me to New York. On Tuesday night I went to check out the card selection at Greenwich Letterpress and although the shop is teeny tiny, it's packed with tons of amazingly cute letterpressed cards and other goodies. I wanted to buy nearly everything I saw, but I eventually narrowed down my selection to a reasonable few.


Their New York City-themed cards are particularly charming, and I'll definitely be back to buy more. They also have a great Valentine's selection right now if you're into that, and they're not far from John's Pizza and Magnolia Bakery if you want to make a night of it.

I opted to eat at the Washington Square Diner, which was totally cute and a great choice for my first solo New York dining experience. I ate my mushroom and feta omelette in the company of the one-and-only Julia Child, via the biography Dearie and felt like a real-life New Yorker. It's an enormous book and I have a hardcover copy which makes for some pretty awkward subway reading (I actually hit myself in the face taking it out of my bag one day), but I've already seen much, much worse on the train.

Like what, you ask?? Well, I know I've only been here two weeks, but I already have some pretty strong opinions if you want to hear them (um, stop reading if you don't?).
  • Don't eat on the train — seriously, you can't ride two stops without breaking out your stir fry? At least all I do is complain about it in a blog post that no one is going to read — this woman actually got into a fight over eating spaghetti (story brought to my attention by my friend Trent, who also abhors subway eaters). The video is not available, but I can most definitely identify with the sentiment, "What kind of animals eat on the train?" Exceptions: coffee or non-offensive candy.
  • Don't make out on the train — I've seen this happen a disturbing amount of times in the last two weeks. You're not as hot as you think you are, you're gross. 
  • Don't opt for (very) public transportation if you don't know how to bathe yourself — this is obviously always going to be a problem, but I have had to change cars no less than three times this week alone because of my unfortunate proximity to overwhelming body odor. No. Thanks.
So this post started out being about Greenwich Letterpress and their super cute greeting cards and ended up being a rant against the hungry, sex-starved, smellies of the world. Welcome to my brain — and please leave your stir fry at the door.

Friday, January 25, 2013

I Bought a Hat



In case you haven't noticed, or you're one of those people that live in an annoyingly warm climate (I don't want to hear it, ok??), it's been pretty cold this week. Almost every day I've woken up to a nagging little red exclamation point on my Weather.com app that warns me that I will freeze and die of hypothermia immediately upon stepping outdoors.

Well, I'm currently in New York and sometimes staying indoors all day is just not an option. Ok, it kind of is for me because I'm working from my apartment, but yesterday I needed stamps so I had to walk to the post office. Life is just hard sometimes, you know?

At the beginning of this frigid week, I had decided that I should probably buy a hat. Simple enough right? Well, I hate hats for one. And they hate me right back. Put a hat on my teeny, tiny, short-haired head and I look like either a 12-year-old boy or a cancer patient. Many people have tried to convince me over the years of the merits of hats, to no avail. But I decided to give this whole hat thing another try, however, and set out on a mission to find the perfect one on Wednesday after work.

Macy's may not have had a hat for me, but at least their escalators are wooden.
I went to 34th street because of its concentration of relatively cheap clothing stores and thought I'd have my pick of the best winter hats in the world. It's January in New York City after all right? Well, I went to about ten stores — Macy's, H&M, Forever 21, Old Navy, etc. — and found not one single decent winter hat. The selection was terrible — I actually found more swimsuits than I did hats. I get that fashion moves fast, but seriously, it's still January. I even went into a K-Mart, you guys. I came to New York from Ohio, ended up in a K-Mart and even they didn't have a hat for me. As a last resort I trekked all the way to Brooklyn just to go to Target, thinking they would most certainly have what I needed — nope.

I went home sad, cold and hatless thinking I was right to hate them all along.

Then yesterday, after one very cold walk to the post office, I stopped into an American Apparel a few blocks from my apartment. Hats were far from my mind, but hats are what I found. An entire wall, in fact, of perfectly suitable hats, in every color imaginable. I grabbed a Mozart-colored (gray) one, of course, tried it on — and I didn't hate it! I might have even liked it a little. The girl at the counter rang me up and asked if I'd like the tags cut off — I must have looked as cold as I felt.

I put on the hat and walked over to Riverside Park and felt warmer than I had any right to. After five minutes I was a convert. Now I totally understand why so many people in the city have been wearing hats — why didn't someone tell me about this sooner? I feel like I can go anywhere now, weather be damned. You're not the boss of me, cold, I have a hat! 

Now if someone could just solve the problem of hat hair, I'd be really set.

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Central Park


I wouldn't exactly call myself a "nature person" but sometimes there's nothing I love or need more than a walk in the park. I guess what I most prefer is manufactured nature, and is there any better place to experience a good, old-fashioned, man-made, fully-designed "natural" expanse than Central Park?

I've pretty much walked the entire park over the years, sometimes all in one day. This past Sunday was beautiful here — sunny, 40/50 degrees — and I'd heard so much about the impending, freezing doom that was headed our way, so I decided to spend as much time outside as possible.

I entered the park at the 81st street entrance, which is my favorite place to do so. This is where we entered the park at 4am to join the line for Mother Courage tickets in 2006, and it will always be a very special place to me. I usually pay my respects to the Delacorte, wander around the Shakespeare garden and take in the wonderful views from Belvedere castle.


On Sunday, however, my ultimate desitination was Bethesda Terrace, so I headed south, rambling my way through the Ramble. I stopped at the Ladies Pavillion, which funny enough, contained two actual ladies having a gossip-y conversation, which I imagine to be exactly the kind of thing that should be happening there, although in my head the ladies would have been dressed in far fancier attire, with maybe even a parasol or two.

This was obviously not what the Mall looked like last weekend, but isn't it heavenly in the summer? [source]

Anyway, I then exited the park at 72nd street, walking past the Dakota to check out 72nd street bagel (would you look at that logo??). I hadn't had a genuine New York bagel since I got here, and I had read good reviews of theirs, so I got one and took it to go. I went back into the park and headed to one of my favorite people-watching spots: the Mall, and ate while I watched people and hoped they weren't watching me back. I really hate watching other people eat, and I as a result I'm self conscious about people watching me, but more often than not my hunger trumps my social anxiety. Luckily, the bagel was everything a NY bagel should be — crunchy, chewy, soft and salty — and only $2.50.


Post-bagel I walked to Bethesda Terrace, which is one of the first places I remember visiting when my parents took 14-year-old me to the city for the first time. I just re-watched Angels in America, so I wanted to pay my respects to the Angel of the Waters on a "sunny winter's day, warm and cold at once." There was a long time when the underpass was closed for tile restoration, but thankfully it's open now, and it seems like every time I go there's a couple taking wedding photos, even in January.


I said bye to Bethesda, and kept walking south — passing Wollman Rink (which is now apparently owned by... Donald Trump), Umpire Rock and Sheep Meadow. When I realized that I was in the same spot from which one of my favorite photographs had been taken, I tried to recreate it — it's pretty awesome to see how much the city has grown and yet stayed the same, even in such a tiny slice of the skyline. The only thing I'm missing is two dapper gentlemen and several inches of snow — I've yet to experience a New York snowfall, but I'm hoping it's every bit as magical as it looks in pictures (although in reality it's probably a nightmare, I'm sure I'll find out soon enough).

Of course now it's like not even degrees here, and the unseasonable warmth of last weekend seems like another lifetime. I probably won't get another chance to explore the park for at least a few weeks so I'll be looking for some (warm) indoor activities — a visit to the New York Botanical Garden's Tropical Paradise show sounds most appealing. What are some other things I can do in the city that won't cause immediate frostbite? Are you as cold as I am, wherever you are? Probably not, because you probably look cute in a hat, unlike me, which doesn't matter anyway because there is literally not one decent winter hat left in all of New York City. Believe me, I've looked.

Is it spring yet?

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Doughnut Plant + Magnolia Banana Pudding



I'm not above admitting that my New York to-do list should probably be called my "to-eat" list for how many bakeries, coffee shops and restaurants I have on it. High on my list was Doughnut Plant, and when I found myself a few blocks away from their Chelsea location on Saturday, I decided that it was time to try it out. Never mind the fact that I had just eaten brunch a few hours before — I'm not one to let a silly thing like a full belly get in the way of my dessert eating. Plus, as I've mentioned before, I have a separate dessert stomach and it wanted fancy donuts, so fancy donuts I got.

I realize that they spell donut, "doughnut", but they're not the boss of me, so I'll be referring to them as "donuts", thank you very much.

Anyway, I ordered two — cinnamon + sugar and black-out cake — because I couldn't really decide on just one. They have a ton of really delicious-sounding flavors and I'm not really sure why I picked those two, but when I went to order that's just what I got. The place is tiny, but they have an entire wall covered in donut pillows which is pretty adorable. There are a few tables, but I took mine to go and walked a few blocks to Madison Square Park to see what $5.50 in donuts tasted like.

Honestly, I was a bit disappointed. I'm not sure what I was expecting, although I was told (and have read) about how amazing the donuts are, and mine just... weren't. They weren't bad, certainly, but the black-out cake had dry, sand-like crumbs on top and the cinnamon + sugar tasted a bit stale and burnt. I'm not exactly a donut connoisseur, but having had my first hot-off-the-conveyor Krispy Kreme this year, I can say DP's didn't stack up. I ate half of each one and finished them the next morning because, meh or not, I wasn't about to let a donut go to waste.

I'd like to go back and try again, at least once, to see if I'm missing something. Maybe they were having an off-day or I just ordered the wrong ones. Is there a specific one I should try? I'm thinking creme brulee or maybe peanut butter and banana cream? Speaking of bananas...


In positive dessert news, I finally tried Magnolia Bakery's banana pudding, and it is a-may-zing. I've been going to Magnolia for almost ten years (before it was cool — and then not cool), and I still think their cupcakes are the best  — although Crumbs, Baked by Melissa and Billy's are on my list to try. I've always seen people go crazy over the little tubs of banana pudding and I decided to try it on Monday. It's so incredibly rich and sweet that I felt like throwing up after three spoonfuls, but I promise that's a positive thing.

A little definitely goes a long way — save yourself a dollar and a lot of queasiness by ordering the small tub. The pudding redeemed Magnolia after I had a less-than-thrilling red velvet cupcake the last time I went. I'll definitely be sticking to the original vanilla-vanilla combo from now on, that is when I'm not in the mood for another deliciously sickening (in a good way!) tub o'pudding.

Side note: I may be the only person capable of walking the entire island of Manhattan and living in a 5th-floor walk-up — while managing to actually gain weight. At least I have goals, right?

Monday, January 21, 2013

The Metropolitan Museum of Art

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I'd been to the Metropolitan Museum of Art once before, but I decided to go again last Friday by myself. I'm working from the apartment while I'm here in the city, and apart from an hour at lunch I hadn't been out much. I don't want to become that girl who dies in her apartment and is discovered weeks later by the smell of her rotting corpse, and somehow a trip to the Met was my way of not being that.

The museum is open late (until 9pm) on Friday nights and I'm not much of a bar person (or a social person, for that matter) so it was a perfect evening for me. I'm living on the Upper West Side and there isn't a great way* to get over to the museum (on the East Side), so I decided to walk. Of course whenever I decide that something looks "close" on the map and will be a "nice walk" I turn out to be comically mistaken, but extra exercise is never a bad thing right? It was pretty much freezing but the walk wasn't that bad — I did, however take the subway waaaay out of my way just to not have to walk back.


The lobby was crowded when I got there but when I got farther into the galleries, I often had them to myself. The Met can be a tad overwhelming, and I only had a few hours, so I focused on the things I really wanted to see. I started with the Egyptian art which I have always loved. I think it's the designer in me that appreciates the graphic nature of the hieroglyphics and any culture that appreciated, and even revered, cats is tops in my book. Their collection of artifacts is incredibly impressive — they even have an entire, recreated temple. The Temple of Dendur was just as amazing the second time, although at night you miss out on the wonderful views of Central Park from the Sackler Wing.



I spent the rest of my time with the (in my opinion) greats — Van Gogh, Pissarro, Picasso, Dali, to name a few. They have some of my favorite Van Goghs (Wheat Field with Cypresses, Oleanders, Self-Portrait with a Straw Hat) but my new favorite is Shoes, which I had never seen before.


I've always loved Pissarro's The Boulevard Montmartre on a Winter Morning and it's a never-ending thrill in my life to be able to see my favorite pieces of art in person. It's hard to wrap my head around the fact that I'm standing in front of a canvas that was painted by Van Gogh a little more than a hundred years before.

It's also amazing that I can see these things anytime I want. The Met is actually great, in that (unlike MOMA) it has a suggested donation admission policy, which means that I could pay a nickel if I wanted to. I actually paid the full student price of $12 this time because it's totally worth it to me, and they have a way of making you feel reallllllly cheap if you don't, but next time I'll probably do something more like $5.

I'm sure I'll be back at least a few more times — have you ever been? What should I make sure to check out next time I'm there?

*I'm sure there's an easy way, like taking a bus, but I'm stubborn and thought walking totally made the most sense. I was probably wrong.

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Restaurant Week: Winter 2013

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It's Restaurant Week here in New York, which this winter actually lasts for two weeks (?) and is basically a way for poor kids like me to eat at semi-fancy restaurants (relatively) cheaply. Tons of amazing restaurants offer three-course lunches and dinners for $28 and $38, respectively.

I'm actually a really picky eater, so I don't exactly consider myself a foodie (isn't that word just gross?), but when my friend Trent asked me to go to the David Burke Kitchen on Wednesday night, I said yes and I'm so incredibly glad I did — even if I am desperately trying to save money.

I looked at the menu beforehand so I wouldn't be surprised, and picked out my three choices. It was relatively easy because most of the first courses involved seafood (no thanks), so I went with the market salad. It was pretty good, but basically a standard salad, although the goat cheese was a little too feet-y for my tastes. Most other people at our table went with the burratta and prosciutto which looked (and tasted) pretty great.

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For my second course I picked the short rib and oh my. It was one of the most delicious things I've ever eaten. It was such a tender, tasty little meat cube on top of cavatelli in a mushroom cream sauce, covered in extra mushrooms. I would pretty much be ok with mushrooms in everything I eat, so I was really happy about it. Very rarely do I find something to eat that doesn't have objectionable parts (i.e. carrots, basil, cilantro, etc. — I told you I was picky) but every bit of this was completely delicious.

The portions were generous too and I was full even before dessert. Luckily, I have a separate dessert stomach, which I gladly filled with an oatmeal and soaked-raisin cookie-type thing covered in a sour ice cream that was so, so good.

I had initially decided on the carrot cake (it was actually the main reason I went) but when we got there it was inexplicably missing from the menu. I may have to go back just to try it, but the oatmeal thing was so good it almost didn't matter.

Sure I've been eating egg-sausage-cheese bagels every day for lunch ($2.50!) to make up for the expense of the dinner, but it was totally worth it — I'm only sad that I won't be able to eat that short rib any time soon (it's $33 alone, normally).

What other restaurants should I try while I'm here? I'm the absolute worst when it comes to picking places to eat (or feeding myself in general), so your suggestions are much appreciated!

Friday, January 18, 2013

City, I Love You.

A week ago I moved to New York City.

I had initially been planning to come here in May, for a couple of months, to see what it was like to live here. Ever since I first came here with my parents when I was 14, I've been basically obsessed with all things New York. I've been here more than 20 times (4 times just last year) and I've worn a Subway token around my neck almost every day for the past three years.

It was time.

When an opportunity for the perfect place (perfect location, perfect set-up, perfect price) came up on Monday, January 7th, I expedited the whole plan (quite a bit). I am so incredibly lucky to have an extreme support system: Most important are my wonderful employers who trust me enough to send me 500 miles away with an iMac and the promise that I'll get all of my work done. I'm also lucky enough to be in a profession (graphic designer) that can pretty much be performed from anywhere with a reliable Internet connection.

Of course there's also my dad, who was more than enthusiastic and totally on board for a road trip to deliver me to the city, even though he only had a few days notice. Not only did he drive the entire way — in rain and fog, no less — but he helped me carry my things up five flights of stairs (that's 76 stairs, believe me, I've counted) and managed not to have a heart attack doing so.

As if that wasn't enough, I also have the most incredible family and friends who have done more than their share of cheering me on, checking in on me and just letting me know how very excited they are for me. I think part of their excitement comes from knowing that, at least for a while, they don't have to hear me talk endlessly about how much I want to come to New York. I'm pretty sure I even heard the rumblings of a collective "FINALLY" when I made my plans.

The apartment is awesome. I'm on W. 109th street and the Upper West side has always been one of my favorite neighborhoods. I'm one block from Central Park, one block from Morningside Park and super close to Columbia University and basically anything I'll ever need.

I've loved (and visited) New York so long that it doesn't really feel like I'm away from home, so much as that I'm finally home. I have a lot to figure out while I'm here, huge, lofty things like what I want to do with the rest of my life. I've given myself two months, that should be enough time right? NO PRESSURE.

I'll be recording my adventures here and I apologize in advance that it's about to get real New Yorky up in here (even more than it was before), but maybe some of you are into that? I totally realize that I'm so incredibly lucky in nearly every single way and I don't intend to waste my time here.

Oh and if anyone knows of a totally awesome apartment opportunity here, let me know. Somehow I don't think two months is going to be long enough for this wannabe New Yorker.

Shop note: Since I'm currently 500 miles away from the Blue Carrot Shop headquarters (aka my basement filled with treasures), I've put the shop on hiatus for a while. If you would like to be one of the first to receive news regarding the shop, you can sign up with your e-mail on the homepage of the site.

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Huge Blue Carrot Sale - Half Off Everything!

I have an exciting adventure coming up (more on that later) but I'm going to have to put the shop on hiatus for at least two months.

BUT until then, I'm having a huge sale and you can get anything you've had your eye on for half price — just use the code "HALFOFF" at checkout for 50% off your item.

Don't wait long — the sale is only running until Thursday, January 10th at midnight EST. After that, the shop will be on hiatus for at least two months, and I'll be sure to keep you guys updated on its status.*

Now go buy something cheap, will you?

*As always, you can sign up for email updates on the homepage of the shop site, if you haven't already, to be the first to know about sales, updates and other exciting shop news.

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Sarah and Hank FOREVA pt. 2


I've professed my love for Parenthood, Lauren Graham and the serendipitous coupling of Sarah and Hank before, and I'll do it again and again (and then probably, again).

Did you see this week's episode?? Every scene with Sarah and Hank was cuter than the one that came before it. Whether he's awkwardly asking her out on a date, stealing her a flower before fleeing a fancy restaurant, looking into her eyes or sneaking out early to buy croissants, Ray Romano makes me swoon. And I never, ever, ever thought I would be typing those words or feeling these feelings, but I think I actually like love Ray Romano. He's brilliant as Hank, and absolutely perfect for Sarah (unsurprisingly played beautifully by the ever-lovely L.G.).



For everyone out there that is still mourning the demise of Mr. Cyr — stop. He and his pervy 'stache will be just fine with that art teacher, and hopefully Sarah and Hank continue to be the cutest couple to ever appear on my screen. And don't forget I was am a huge fan of Gilmore Girls so know how serious I am when I say Sarah + Hank > Luke + Lorelai.



You know it's serious when I make up fake math equations involving fake TV characters to prove my point.

GO WATCH THIS SHOW, PEOPLE.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

How I Spent 2012

Justin started a juice fast and said I should do one too and I was like:


I got my first piece of Tiffany jewelry for Valentine's day and every time I wear it I feel like:


Meryl Streep won her third Oscar and I was like:


We discovered Absinthe and were like:


I hosted Easter dinner for my family which started out well, but ended up like:


Saw the most amazing cherry blossoms at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden and I was like:


We discovered Menchie's Frozen Yogurt and were like:


I went to California for the first time and started in Los Angeles which was like:


But then we drove to Monterey and saw a pile of seals and I was like:


Had my first Blue Carrot Fab sale, packed 62 packages in 13 hours and I was like:


Trent told me that I could be his +1 at a taping of Watch What Happens Live w/Meryl Streep and I was like:


Then Meryl Streep waved at us and I was like:


Two weeks later I returned to NYC on a AAA bus tour with my grandma and mom which most of the time felt like this:


But occasionally felt like this:


We rescued a one-pound, feral kitten from our work parking lot, and at first he was like:


But after my mom adopted him he was like:


I had my second Fab Sale, and after packing more than 80 packages in one day I was like:


Then I was asked if I wanted to go to Las Vegas for a week of work and I was like:


Because I thought every night in Vegas would be like:


But it was more like:


Then Barack Obama got reelected and for weeks I was like:


We went to NYC for the Thanksgiving Parade, found out that all the good spots were taken by 6am and were like:


Then I read that Mitt Romney had ordered his Thanksgiving Dinner from Boston Market and I was like:


For Christmas I finally tried three Pinterest recipes and when they were a success I was like:


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