Beer, beef brisket, and skinned knees
This past weekend was my first full weekend off since March. Yes, you read that correctly. How do I do it? I don't know. Did I sleep? Not really. Should I have? Most definitely.
My partner-in-crime, Brittany, came to visit from Boston so I obviously requested the weekend off. Friday night consisted of pizza, vodka, beer, live music, more beer, shots, and a techno show. A bar that serves a shot and a beer for $6 is dangerous. I went to bed around 5 am and my friends woke me up around 10 to go to a diner down the street for some hangover breakfast.
On Saturday my roommates and I took Brittany to the Highline, Chelsea Market, and to Doughnut Planet before heading to Radegast Beer Garden in Willamsburg for some liter beers.
Several of us scored a bench in the back. What's great about this place is the family style seating so it's easy to meet people. After 2 liters of beer (yes) this guy sat down next to me and asked if he could sit there without me violently hitting him because I was apparently talking very animatedly with my hands.
He was probably in his 40s, a male nurse, but used to be a fireman. For some reason we got to talking about dates and how no one has really taken me on a real date. So before I left he said he wanted to take me on a real date.
Since then he has called me three times, a definitive sign he's not from my generation because boys in their twenties only text (Hey sexy, what up). But I think I'll pass.
After Radegast I went to Santos Party House for a friend's birthday and ended up tripping on the way to the subway and skinned my knee and elbow. I showed up with a bloody knee and fell again inside the club down some stairs and bruised my ass. I wasn't even wearing heels.
I now have Snoopy bandaids on my knee and feel like a twelve year old. Here's to never growing up!
Sunday afternoon we went to Smorgasburg under the Brooklyn Bridge, a food market similar to Saturday Market. It was hot, humid, but we waited in a long line for the best beef brisket. I watched them cut the meat in front of me and I was about to drool. I was tired, sweating, and all I wanted was that beef in my tummy. We sat along the river and ate. Paradise.
My partner-in-crime, Brittany, came to visit from Boston so I obviously requested the weekend off. Friday night consisted of pizza, vodka, beer, live music, more beer, shots, and a techno show. A bar that serves a shot and a beer for $6 is dangerous. I went to bed around 5 am and my friends woke me up around 10 to go to a diner down the street for some hangover breakfast.
On Saturday my roommates and I took Brittany to the Highline, Chelsea Market, and to Doughnut Planet before heading to Radegast Beer Garden in Willamsburg for some liter beers.
Several of us scored a bench in the back. What's great about this place is the family style seating so it's easy to meet people. After 2 liters of beer (yes) this guy sat down next to me and asked if he could sit there without me violently hitting him because I was apparently talking very animatedly with my hands.
He was probably in his 40s, a male nurse, but used to be a fireman. For some reason we got to talking about dates and how no one has really taken me on a real date. So before I left he said he wanted to take me on a real date.
Since then he has called me three times, a definitive sign he's not from my generation because boys in their twenties only text (Hey sexy, what up). But I think I'll pass.
After Radegast I went to Santos Party House for a friend's birthday and ended up tripping on the way to the subway and skinned my knee and elbow. I showed up with a bloody knee and fell again inside the club down some stairs and bruised my ass. I wasn't even wearing heels.
I now have Snoopy bandaids on my knee and feel like a twelve year old. Here's to never growing up!
Sunday afternoon we went to Smorgasburg under the Brooklyn Bridge, a food market similar to Saturday Market. It was hot, humid, but we waited in a long line for the best beef brisket. I watched them cut the meat in front of me and I was about to drool. I was tired, sweating, and all I wanted was that beef in my tummy. We sat along the river and ate. Paradise.
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