The past weekend, summer hit Manhattan – we’re talking 90 degrees. I am not entirely sure we experienced a full and fulfilling spring, but oh well, that’s global warming for you.
I used to loath exceptionally hot weather. I suppose I am still not super crazy about anything above 85, but this weekend was beautiful. And I have to say; there is something appealing to me about summer fashion – so simple in a fitted American Apparel t-shirt, cute shorts, flip-flops and a cardigan. Getting ready in the morning is a snap!
Friday, a gorgeous evening was spent primarily wandering the streets with Richard and Lisa looking for an outdoor spot to have a cosmopolitan. I am not the hugest cosmo fan, but Friday night just screamed "Sex and the City," and I was so longing to have a “Carrie” moment.
Of course, this being reality, my reality to boot, and not a TV show, what was suppose to be a cosmo on a fabulous rooftop bar turned into a vodka cranberry at an over-priced Jewish deli where I could not even get cheese on my sandwich!!!
Okay, okay, it was a fun night – cinematic even, like something out of a Woody Allen movie. To fit into the theme of the evening, we headed to Richard’s ridiculously charming and adorably decorated studio to watch Annie Hall. Basking in the brilliance that is Woody, and following a skit by Monique from “The Black Women of Comedy” – uh huh, you heard me right – was the perfect way to spend the evening. And to top it off, I partook in my first Scotch on the Rocks – sooo Rock Hudson, right?!
Saturday should have been a day of full hot Manhattan goodness; unfortunately, after lunch at Arriba, Arriba, I contracted what I considered at the time to be a terminal case of Swine Flu.
Have we all been following this???? What is going on???
I can say in all sincerity that I seriously thought I was going to die Saturday, as I spent most of the afternoon and night lying in my bed. Ultimately, I think the combination of two mid-day, strong Strawberry Margaritas, a fattening Mexican Taco Salad, 90 degree weather and lack of sleep the night before were the true culprits for my near-death illness.
Fortunately, Sunday morning, I made a full recovery from my bout of “Swine Flu,” and spent the afternoon with fierce and fabulous friends in Central Park, taking in the sun, checking out the cute boys (or lack thereof at alarming number of moments) and doing yoga poses on the grass.
Ahhhh…summer in New York City – there is really nothing quite like it. How did you all spend the beautiful weekend – do share! Until next time, om, chanti, chanti, chanti, namaste.
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Summer is Gambian Gold in NY, when only the real new yorkers are left to sweat on the asphalt, spit in the subway, and wear hotpants with cowboy boots. Reading your blog is like chatting with you as we go uptown express in the wrong the direction - with you, everything is fun.
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