This weekend was for spicy margaritas and guacamole at Salvation Taco and pints of Narragansett and perfect sunsets on the rooftop of Pod 39 and brunch at Chez Oskar in Fort Greene and farmer’s markets and flea markets and people watching in the park and for bar hopping in Williamsburg and flirting with bartenders and dancing at the Whiskey Brooklyn until late, late, late and hogging the photobooth and taking SUVs everywhere because Hailo gave me a week’s worth of free rides (!!) and generally just having a really great staycation with really fantastic friends. Oh, and getting caught in the rain. And now? Now I think it’s time to tune out the city for a bit and do some looooong overdue writing.
“People ask me, ‘What are you most proud of?’ I think I’m most proud of the fact that I moved here. I tried it. Nothing happens unless you set the wheels in motion. So to me, that was everything — whether those wheels squeaked a lot or didn’t move sometimes didn’t matter. I could walk home from a comedy club at three in the morning, no money, after I bombed in front of four Dutch sailors and was like, ‘Yes!’ I loved…every… minute…of it.” — Jon Stewart
- Coworker: Hi, do you have a second?
- Me: Is this regarding Blue Ivy at the VMAs?
- Coworker: No.
- Me: Then I have zero seconds.
LIVING FOR BLUE IVY’S DANCE MOVES WHILE HER MOM SLAYS IT ON STAGE.
- Coworker 1: Sara totally suffers from BOMO.
- Me: No, I don't! I hardly ever have FOMO, I'm content with missing out.
- Coworker 2: Nooooo -- BOMO! Blackout makeouts.
- Me: Ah, of course. Yes. That's probably true.
- Coworker 1: Ohhhh to be young again!
- Coworker 2: Or Sara.