a whole lot going on
There’s so much going on right now that I don’t know if I’m coming or going. But due to my OCD issues, a weekly post has to happen, even if it has to happen in bullet points.
Apartment Hunting
- We are in NY right now trying to find a place to live. I am mystified by the concept of what brokers call a “3 bedroom flex.” A dining room is not a bedroom. And no pressurized wall will make it so. Ever.
- Also, I don’t get why we can only rent a place 30 days out. How do people plan things? The uncertainty of everything is killing me.
- $465 a month for a parking spot? Baffling.
Trump Hotel in Soho…I highly recommend it. But definitely go elsewhere for breakfast.
Our Anniversary
- Monday marked 13 blissful years of marriage.
- Instead of a gift I made a valiant attempt at not being bossy. I failed, just as we all knew I would.
- Ali made me a handmade card because he forgot to buy me a real one. Just as we all knew he would.
- We ate at David Burke Kitchen, in between viewing “flex” rooms and galley kitchens. The Pretzel Crab Cake sort of made up for everything.
Anniversary Pictures at our hotel and at David Burke Kitchen…taken by Maya.
Other Things
- Maya is driving us nuts. We keep buying her candy and books to make her stop. It isn’t working.
- My email inbox is overwhelming me.
- I need to educate myself on rain appropriate footwear because I just ruined a brand new pair of shoes. Suggestions?
Maya in Central Park. Aside from the fact that her eyes might be closed (I can’t tell) I LOVE this picture.
So obviously there are a million things going on and there isn’t a moment to breathe. But the truth is that I wouldn’t change a single thing about anything right now.
Not one.
finally
It’s obvious that I’m in the minority when it comes to not particularly loving Los Angeles.
I base this on the fact that another gazillion people moved here last year and seem to love everything about L.A.
Weekend pictures: another great meal at True Food Kitchen, a friend’s extraordinary shoes, a whole lot of dessert, homemade waffles.
I can’t really put my finger on what it is about this city that I am not a fan of. Because really, when one overlooks the:
- Horrendous traffic at all hours of the day and night,
- Fact that everyone has perfect hair (which obviously gives me a ridiculous complex about mine),
- Earthquakes that seem to occur more and more frequently,
- Crazy drivers who think they are above all laws,
- Smog (that is at least partially responsible for my eczema),
- Lack of seasons,
- Non-walkability factor,
- Lack of public transportation,
- Scary fights over parking spaces,
- Fact that valet parking must be a budgeted line item….
Breakfast at Le Pain Quotidien: this tiny waffle packs a giant sugar punch. Maya was bouncing off the walls minutes later.
…and looks at the good things instead, like:
- the fact we have True Food Kitchen,
- and ?
…this city really isn’t so bad after all.
In any case, I’m thinking that my unpopular opinions about Los Angeles are now irrelevant. Why? Because we’re moving to NYC this summer.
Finally.
ketchup
Our fridge was so empty this week it didn’t even have ketchup in it.
Now while an empty fridge is nothing new around here, even I have to admit that not having ketchup is cause for some alarm. This is because we’ve come to rely on condiments as they make even my most random of cooking attempts somewhat tasty.
Friends took pity on our empty fridge and treated us to lunch at Bouchon on Sunday: salad with shrimp, macarons, a gorgeous ceiling, the best bread I’ve had outside of Paris (really).
I can’t really say I have much of an excuse for not having ketchup except that:
- I got some bad news regarding my hair: Apparently I’m no longer eligible to do Japanese straightening anymore. If I want to keep my hair on my head that is. Which I do.
- Thinking of the impending frizz that will likely make me even taller than I already am made me lose my appetite.
- Not having an appetite didn’t exactly propel me to the grocery store.
- Ali being out of town all week (read there were no specific demands for breakfast / lunch / dinner) didn’t exactly propel me there either.
- And when I finally made it there? I couldn’t find a single parking spot. Not one, despite circling for 10 minutes. (Love L.A. Love it).
Funny how we had no food but we miraculously did have the ingredients to make homemade cake pops and chocolate covered strawberries…
So Maya and I gave up and hightailed it back home. Where we discovered that if you close your eyes really hard, dip a rice cake in spaghetti sauce, and wish upon a star? It almost tastes like a french fry.
While I'm not going to win Mother/Wife of the Year Award anytime soon, I haven't killed anyone yet or shot myself in the head. And that, my friends, is how I calculate success these days. 
FANCY THAT FANCY THIS 