Many thanks to the Amateur Gourmet, who posted this on his Twitter feed last night. It instantly brought me back to college, when I was in JCS, and my undying (and still current) adoration of the Indigo Girls. I remember hearing about this production when it came out and about the album they did (note to self: I should buy that).
Friday night we had a fundraiser for the D&P Triathlon team, then early to bed for me as I had a 6:30 a.m. (yes, you read that correctly) brick workout (approx 15 mile bike and 5 mile run). I was wiped afterwards, and lounged about for the remainder of the day until heading out for drinks at Mayahuel. I had fully intended to go there alone while waiting to meet up w/Rob, but of course ran into people -- @daisy17 & @brooklynwino. I love the days when NYC feels like a small town. After Rob showed up and we had a few drinks, we were off to Kasadela for a garlic & kimchi filled dinner.
Sunday I allowed myself to sleep in, which was blissful and much-needed. Afterwards, I headed out to meet friends at Clover Club for brunch, which is always delicious. Made a quick pit-stop at Char No. 4, then headed back to Manhattan for some errands, laundry (why do I feel like all I do is wash workout gear?), and Harry Potter (because I am a proud nerd). After the movie I had an unbearable craving for ramen -- likely because I had bought a copy of Lucky Peach earlier and was reading about ramen -- so picked up some take-out from Momofuku Noodle Bar, which served as dinner last night and will be lunch today! All in all, a lovely weekend.
Ooh -- forgot to mention: my soundtrack for the weekend was Girl Talk. Love. I may be late to the game, but I just found my new workout soundtrack.
This one goes out to anyone who was at my high school graduation. Last week a got a news clipping from my dad about Christina Aguilera flubbing the words to the National Anthem at the Super Bowl (which I didn't see). His note on it said something like, "see, you're in good company." First of all, I never messed up the words. I merely lost track of where I was in the song (I was nervous), so I stopped where I was, then started again from the beginning. Oops. No mention of my redeeming (perfect) performance of the Anthem at the Theatre at Madison Square Garden for NYU Law School graduation, however. Harumph.