Where troubles melt like lemon drops, Away above the chimney tops.
That's where you'll find me...
And, that's where I was this past weekend. One of my best friends arrived Wednesday night. Thursday was one of my worst days of work to date, and I spent the rest of the weekend trying to melt my troubles away.
We had a late night snack/ dinner when she arrived Wednesday night at Jaffa Caffe in the East Village. This is a loudly decorated, yet surprisingly quiet late night cafe and lounge. The wall paper is something out of Willy Wonka, although I did not do a taste test as to whether or not the Schnosberries taste like Schnosberries. We sat in our leopard print booth and cheers-ed to the start of a great trip. Little did I know that despite my boss being out town the next day was going to be hell on earth...
I went to work Thursday, expecting an easy day full of tasks that would leave me free for the weekend. It did not work that way at all. It was the kind of day in which no matter how hard you try, nothing...and, I mean nothing...will be accomplished the way it should be. I left the office in tears, in part because my job(that I was never really 'hired' for) is now on the line, and because my boss is legitimately crazy. The repercussions of Thursday will be felt Monday, and I can only hope that I make it out alive.
Therefor, Thursday night was spent doing the only natural thing after an awful day at work...drinking! We went to dinner at my favorite post-awful-work-day restaurant (which will remain nameless, as mentioned in earlier post). After some whine...I mean, wine.... we ventured to an art exhibit in the ghetto....literally. The exhibit was having an opening (with free booze) and since I'm still learning the city I didn't quite realize where it was. It's too bad we didn't win the knuckle dusters (door prize), because they would have been more useful than a can of mase. After said exhibit we happened upon East on 8th, a bar which serves happy hour until at least midnight. You can't really beat $4 drinks that taste like straight alcohol, from a drunk bartender who hands out free drinks like napkins?!
Onto Friday...We spent the morning in Brooklyn shopping at vintage stores and roaming around in the rain. After trying to manage things outside of the office we ventured into a restaurant down the street from my apt. We shared a few things, but the lobster, pesto, and bacon, on brioche sandwich might be one of the best sandwiches I have ever had. We were nearing starvation mode which may have played a small roll (pun intended), but I'll be going back just to make sure! After a brief nap, shower, etc... we began our 'John Lennon Birthday Celebration!' We went to Pianos, a bar known for it's music scene, and which I have frequented several times since moving here. We heard 4 bands play. The opener was pretty bad, but I did manage a free cd? Second on was 'Or, the Whale,' a really great country-rock-indie band out of San Fran that are all really nice people. Third and fourth were 'Mean Creek' and 'Everyday Visuals' who both play out of Boston and have a much harder sound, yet still did a great job on one specific lullaby -like piece that I'm trying to locate online. We even met fellow New Orleanians standing behind us! It was a great night!
The last day of my friend's visit was spent doing the more touristy things. We went to see a show Saturday ('In the Heights'), walked by Rockefeller Center, Radio City, and Central Park. We waited 2 hours just to eat at Serendipity, and ended our day watching Saturday Night Live on my living room couch. It was an incredible few days, but now it's back to reality...and I'm back on the roof...next to the chimney...on the other side of the rainbow.
If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow,
Why, oh why can't I?
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