I think I just had some weird existential crisis in the park…

I don’t know where my brain was going with this. But I suddenly feel so old. Not like an adult, just very old.

So, I’m walking through Union Square after picking up the book I put on hold at Barnes & Noble (I may have been influenced by my new shoes and will let you know how I feel once I read it) and there are dozens of high school boys in their ugly colored uniforms walking around with clip boards. It kind of looked like they were doing a scavenger hunt or something. But as I passed a particularly large group I noticed that none of them noticed me. In any normal day I would have been more than happy to have gone unnoticed, but today, with annoying ex-boyfriends who might be considered alumni to the high school flitting through my overworked brain, I think I may have been offended? A few years ago I would probably have gotten a few looks from the 17 year old boys standing in a crowd by the lilac stall… but today, in my oversized aviators and one-size-too-big leather jacket, I was just another lady carrying an apple. Don’t misunderstand, I don’t want to attract 17 year old boys, but am I not attractive to 17 year old boys anymore? Do the hormone crazed teens passing me not noticing my butt even realize that just a few short years ago they might have thought something obscene as I passed?

But then again, I’m probably completely overthinking this. I should just chalk these thoughts up to not enough water and an irregular sleeping pattern. Maybe it’s because the ex-boyfriend implied above (or whatever he can be called) burst onto the scene with a Facebook request about a week ago after like, half a decade of absolutely no communication. Maybe this can be blamed on some weird bout of post menstrual syndrome?

All I know is that these thoughts are completely unwarranted and if I would have just called out sick this morning, I could have avoided this annoying feeling in my gut that makes me want to contact ex boyfriends and see how they’re doing.

Also, it doesn’t help that my boyfriend is totally great and is coming with me and my family to Utah tomorrow for a communion.

I’m just going to pretend that this has everything to do with my not wanting to turn 25. Because when I was 16 and that ex was a lot of what I thought about, I was convinced that by 25 I would have my life figured out, that I would have a badass job and be on my way to a chapel with wedding bells tolling and a Marine on my arm. I still love Marines, but other than that, things change. I barely make enough money to support a myself, let alone a family. My job is probably the furthest thing from “badass.” I don’t consider myself anything close to an adult. I just keep buying shoes and hoping that they’ll eventually make me feel like a real person. That, or at least make me look like I have my shit together. Because at the end of the day, that’s all I can really ask for.

Summer Sunday Nights

Every Sunday night during the summer everyone else sits in traffic going home from the Jersey Shore through Staten Island.

I would like to take this time to thank my maternal grandparents for buying a summer home in Breezy Point and leading my family there instead of New Jersey because now I come the opposite way of traffic when I want to go to and from the beach. 

But I digress.

This weekend was truly lovely.

Friday night my company held a “Beer Friday” for an agency we work with. I was given the opportunity to plan it. The company chose a bar not far from our office called the Keg Room, which I would highly suggest to anyone looking for a cool, low key pub in midtown. The food was awesome and the service was impeccable. Nick came with me, and after drinking an unnecessary number of vodka & gingerales, I finally got to treat Nick to his birthday dinner (a few weeks late) across the street at Keens steakhouse, where we ate an impressive amount of steak.

  This is my work mom Evelyn. She takes care of me when I wanna move to the mountains and never talk to humans again

   This was Nick’s steak. We do not mess around when it comes to food.

After dinner (while suffering from the meat sweats) Nick and I took the train to Breezy. 

Saturday started with everyone eating too much breakfast and then sprawling out on the beach. Dinner was a giant bowl of linguini and seafood at Kennedy’s, which almost made me cry tears of joy. See picture below for reference.

Sunday was also spent on the beach, but then it rained. Still, a day on the beach is a day on the beach. 

 Serious thank you (from a serious face) for my family not wanting to spend their summers in New Jersey.

Happy Sunday everyone.

PS – I started the second book in a trilogy called Angelology by Danielle Trussoni because I liked the first even though it got bad reviews by almost everyone. Any books that deals heavily in history will catch my interest apparently. Cheers to a new book amici!


When spring came, there were no problems except where to be happiest.’

-Ernest Hemingway


Hello and welcome to the beginnings of Spring in NYC. Spring and Fall are the two main times that the City that Never Sleeps really becomes the City of Insanely Perfect Street Fashion and Sweet Outdoor Activities.

This is the first week in a long time that the temperature has been over freezing and I am loving it.

While I’m still afraid of trading in my winter coat for my spring time leather jacket, I am completely ready for spring boots and sunglasses and the sun being out at 7pm when I get home from work! Iced coffee and gummy worms is my statement meal during the spring because I never cared for bathing suit season. I’m just so excited to be able to walk outside and not have my eyeballs freeze out of my head. Ugh I love warm weather.

Also, this means Spring wardrobe so I have designated Thursday as my “shopping during lunch” day. But to prepare myself for that, I bought two new sunglasses from zerouv (favorite sunnies destination – check it) and here they are!

sunniesAlright Spring – Bring on the sunshine and flowers, I am ready!


Snowpocalypse 2015 Blizzard Juno

New York and its surrounding areas were threatened by Winter Storm Juno at the beginning of this week.

The mayors and governors of New York, New Jersey, Connecticut and other states took over local news channels to tell citizens to stay indoors and basically caused wide spread panic. They even interrupted jeopardy man. It was uncool.

Because of the mass hysteria, I worked from home yesterday. One of my sisters didn’t go back to college until this morning because her classes we all canceled. My dad even stayed home from work which I don’t remember ever actually happening before.

All mass transit was shut down Monday night at 11 until yesterday afternoon and I spent my day watching random movies and checking my emails remotely from my laptop.

This morning, I woke up at my normal time, took the picture below, and got on the bus for work. All I can say is thank god for snow plows. Also, thanks for not sending New York City that much snow. I’m good with under a foot.