I woke up this morning ready to be productive. Ready to do my laundry and other errands that needed to be completed. Well the road to hell is paved with good intentions.
Instead, I awoke to a sea of girls, (my suite mate had her friends over this weekend) and my other suite mate Carlee informed me she was going to brunch. I LOVE brunch, so how could I resist? And, I figured it wouldn't take that long, a couple hours at the most!
So Carlee, Erin and I made it down to the Meat Packing District and walked for a bit looking for a place that would be able to seat us outside and have a good, hearty brunch fare. We ended up at Markt. Markt is where I originally met Bizarro Jarod.
So we went to get a table, sat at the bar until one opened up on the patio and had a couple of beers. Bizarro Jarod walks in to start his shift and he remembers me! This made my day. I often feel as though I don't leave an impression on people, and that I am totally forgettable. So it was nice to know that at least one person I have encountered in the city at least remembered me.
The girls and I finally get a table outside (great corner table actually) and we order. I promise, if you are a fan of French onion soup, Markt possibly has the best I have ever had. (Lis, you would die!) It was absolutely perfect. Mmmm ... my mouth is watering just thinking about it. The girls ordered breakfast fare, while I ordered an amazing burger. I have been craving this burger since the first time I was there. The beer kept flowing, and the food was incredible. The omlettes were the perfect fluffiness, and the asparagus was the perfect crispiness. And the fries! Eve, you must be disgusted with me right now, but on the weekends, I only end up eating one meal a day, so I generally go crazy with it. The girls ordered dessert, but I am not a dessert person. I did ask for a spoon so I could sample though. Both were great. You can totally tell the difference in good, fresh ingredients.
After brunch, I decided to go and chit chat with Bizarro Jarod. I sat for a couple more hours and read the NY Post front to back. Of course I skipped a lot of articles, but it was nice to have a little QT with a paper, a beer and intermitten conversations with Arthur (that is his name). Four additional beers later (I think I was on 7 or 8 at this point) I left. Unfortunately, I was not drunk. All of that delicious Hoogaarden and not drunk! Damn!
I then proceeded to walk along the West Side Highway, along the Hudson River. It was a beautiful day, not hot at all, although clear and sunny. The water was gorgeous. I walked aroung the West Village for a while, and made my way home. I have been out of the house for 8.5 hours, and it was only supposed to be a quick little brunch. HA!
Needless to say, laundry will not be getting done today. After all that food and beer and walking, I need a nappy, or to just go to sleep.
The past two days have reminded me why living in this city is my dream. Because it is incredible. As much as NY can kick your ass, it can also be a very soothing companion. The things I have seen and done, although a lot of times, going to the same places and doing similar things, are never the same. It is amazing that this city is here and that I am in it right now. Who is the luckiest girl in the world ... I think it might be me.
Keep on truckin!