Yes, kiddies my vacation is coming to a close and the work week is once again drawing nigh, but I can safely say I feel fully rested, if not a bit wistful for the week of freedom that was.
What better end to this birthday-o-rama week of fun than with a mystery birthday bash, celebrating with good friends, good food and good drinks? Not one even I could dream up darling- and trust me I'm a truly talented dreamer, able to turn even my waking life into one enormous lucid dream scape. (because reality is overrated and escapism is the best "ism" there is)
So, anywho my day started bright eyed and bushy tailed, or at least awake and caffeine fueled, saucily skipping to the bus stop to joyfully begin my trek to that wonderland forever known to all us denizens of the outer boroughs as "the city" (as if anyone who doesn't live in Manhattan is just a simple country bumpkin, plowing fields, making moonshine and overwhelmed by the fast cars and big buildings of those glitzy city folks-which is actually kinda true, I'm not afraid, I'll call a spade a spade, as I sit here typing away in my overalls, chewing on a piece of straw)
Of course the absolutely beautiful Spring weather yesterday brought the tourists out in droves. Burying my nose in a book wasn't even sufficient enough to block them out, so overwhelming was their presence. There is no greater misery than being herded onto the ferry on a weekend, pressed uncomfortably close to tourist flesh, fannie bags digging into to your midsection, in the confusion and mass hysteria the opening of those doors induce in confused visitors' minds. Akin I can only imagine to the running of the bulls in Pamplona.
Stewing quietly in my annoyance (as I am wont to do) I hardly even noticed as I almost stumbled onto a movie set on Water Street downtown, awakened just in time by the barks of one of NYCs finest.
I opted to avoid the subway and take a cab to my brunch destination, and pleasantly came to find even NYC cab drivers like the show "cash cab"! In fact so happy was my cab driver to find a common thread with me in our love of that wacky game show, he awkwardly fumbled through his Taxi newsletter (yes they have a newsletter) to show me the picture of Ben Bailey(the show's host) at the annual awards ceremony that is held for taxi drivers who have an exemplary driving record for an entire year. Which "is really hard to not get a ticket or in an accident" my driver informed me as he simultaneously drove and frantically pawed through the paper. However, as a true testament to his driving abilities, I made it to my destination safe and unscathed.
Brunch was wonderful, but then a breakfast burrito and 5 frozen strawberry margaritas always are. After a lesiurly round of eating, drinking and bullshitting I was given my first "clue" of what my next stop entailed. A gold box with deliciously smelling body cream and soap. Then off we were whisked to stop 2, The Vada day spa. As if a relaxing mani/pedi, more than a few glasses of white wine and a gift certificate for a future chocolate facial wasn't enough, Fran, Christine and Kristie then surprised me with an assortment of Crumbs cupcakes. Oh, to know such sugary bliss munching on those favorite vices of mine in the salon amidst jealous stares of crumb-less patrons. Could the day get any better? You bet your sweet tuckas it could, and did.
Next up? Kanvas, a cool martini lounge for chocolate martinis and yumma licious appetizers. Where I received my next clue, chocolate from that sexy bald man himself (yes, even sexier then Telly Savalas) my dream man; Max Brenner.(See I have this recurring fantasy where Max and I run off to some secluded island, where we live in paradise and luxury, existing solely on the sensuous chocolate concoctions created by our diminutive minions (which in my mind closely resemble oopma loompas), discovering chocolate really is the key to eternal youth and happiness) Which, is where we ended our night, myself munching on a sinfully delicious Marshmallow, chocolate crepe, delivered to me with a single lit birthday candle.
As I sat in Max Brenner, laughing, indulging and reveling in my child-like sugar utopia, Chris Isaak's "Wicked Games" playing in the background, I realized how lucky of a girl I really am. To have such truly great friends, to celebrate in such a truly great city, to celebrate turning 30 in the most truly splendid and fitting way. To not be diabetic.
Ah. life is in fact grand.
I'm ready for my work week Mr DeMille.
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