Earlier this month J was having a "guys night," and I was going to have a "girls night," but my plans fell through. Ordinarily, I would shrug and put on the comfy couch clothes and watch a movie J wouldn't want to watch, but I decided to go out solo and had such a great time!
One of my favorite things about New York City is that when you look around, you never know what you'll see. Maybe it's a street performer, street art, a restaurant you forgot about, or a frozen ball field.
Here are some of my pics from my solo date:
In New York most of the schools have these outdoor "fields." All of the kids funnel out for recess and scream and shout and bounce off the chain-link fences, but because of all of the snow and ice I discovered this one was completely covered in ice. The ball field is now an ice rink!
Street Art! Amor Fati roughly translates to love of fate.
I was a late arrival to the Breaking Bad party, but after finishing the series right after Christmas, I'm still obsessed. A custom t-shirt shop in the village had this gem on display.
Is there anything better than Pho on a cold day? In Seattle Pho shops are everywhere you look. Almost as pervasive as Starbucks (maybe a stretch, but there are a lot). Here, there are only a few, and I think Saigon Shack in the village is probably the best of them. Where else can you get a hearty meal in NYC for $8?
We desperately need everything for our apartment. Seriously, everything. Before I moved in J's brother lived with him, and the two of them didn't decorate anything. I hit up Home Depot in Chelsea and saw this mirror on display (on the floor), and thought it was a funny way to display a mirror. I was considering this as a front runner for our entry way, but J vetoed it on the grounds that it "looked like something you'd find in a west village bathroom." I don't think it's necessarily a bad thing, but the search for the perfect entry way mirror continues.
And finally, I leave you with the "Beyond" from Bed Bath & Beyond...chipless cookies. My dream.
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