On Friday I performed at The Dramatists Guild of America in NYC, and it went well. The Guild is at 1501 Broadway, which happens to be in the same building where my first NYC job was.
This past week I was cleaning out a recipe folder and found this receipt from 2008. Not quite sure why the receipt for Sweatin to the Oldies was in the recipe folder.
Today was the second day in a row that the MTA decided to make my morning a living hell.
I managed an event that happened this evening and I felt (as per usual) that I could have communicated better or at least set expectations for my speakers a bit better.
Andy has been working near By The Way Bakery for the past few days and it’s one of my favorite spots for treats in NYC. Normally I try to stick to a modified Whole30 lifestyle, but I decided I wanted a treat this weekend so I asked him to pick me something up. I armed him with a list of my top 5 choices.
Our next door neighbors are from one of the countries that our president allegedly referred to as a “shit hole” country. They are immigrants and have been our neighbors since we moved into our apartment and they have been fantastic neighbors.
We had some nasty weather here in NYC yesterday, which resulted in hundreds if not thousands of mortally wounded umbrellas left to die on the streets of NYC. I would have to say it’s the highest number of umbrella deaths I have seen in one day in NYC.
Here are a few highlights from my walk home from the train:
I have bunions. The bunion on my left foot is worse than the one on my right foot. My mother has bunions, so I am not surprised that I have them now too.
What has surprised me is that my husband has developed them as well.
I had a hankering for pancakes this morning but I try to follow a pretty strict Whole30 diet, which means no pancakes.
I am convinced that you see the craziest shit on the NYC subways on Saturdays.