Good morning, everyone! How’s your day? Mine is already off to a very … Liz-esque start. I wasted like 30 minutes this morning dealing with a hard-boiled egg situation. It’s been what, like 2 weeks since I’ve done something weird involving eggs?
Basically I needed breakfast this morning and didn’t want to buy because I’m trying to be responsible with my cash flow these days and I remembered I needed to make an egg for right before I wanted to leave for work, so I put it on the stove and finished getting ready and then remembered that hardboiled eggs need to chill before you eat them and how can I simultaneously chill and transport my egg this morning?
Option one: ziploc bag full of ice…leaked.
Option two: ice water in a tupperware container that guess what? Leaked.
Option three: This was the clever one – I’d fill my water bottle up with water, drop in the egg, drop in a couple of ice cubes et voila! A handy dandy egg-transporter-cooler. Except when I dropped in the egg it broke and then I realized my water bottle, which I like to drink from, was now filled with eggwater and the egg was inedible so the last 30 minutes were a waste and oh, look, I’m going to be late for work and still don’t have breakfast.
And after all that, I’m out an egg and the five dollars I then spent on a breakfast sandwich. Worth it. Also, patent pending on an egg cooler transporter – it seems like an item EVERYONE needs in their life!
Anyhoodle – GOOD MORNING KITTENS!! Happy April! Were any of you fools this week? My roommate pulled a good one:
Tee hee! Brian went to bed before I did the night of 4/1 and when I went in to use the lav before bed, I found the toilet lid shut. I didn’t suspect a thing and surprise! Balloon! Good one, prankster.
And it’s a prank that keeps on giving because, oh yes, that balloon is still sitting on the floor of our bathroom. We are nothing if not deeply committed to keeping a tidy home.
Ok, I’ll stop rambling about eggs and things and cut right to it. Let’s take a look at what was keeping it awkward this week!
This Week’s Spill:
Black & white striped dress. Where do you think the salad dressing landed?
Last night one of my favorite authors was in town and we met for a drink – she also reads this blog. I’m really blurring the line between personal and professional these days. Whoops.
We met at this kind of hip (I guess??) bar in the West Village called The Other Room. It was a gorgeous night (FINALLY!!!) and the few seats set up outside the bar were taken when we arrived, but we were lucky to get second best: two seats at a little counter at the big front window. Score.
Except…maybe not. We got the sense right away that we were not exactly welcomed by the hipper than thou bartender. We asked for the cocktail list and he informed us they only sold wine, beer, port and sake. Port and sake. OH NYC you’re the worst. We were struggling to order our wines without fully butchering the pronunciation (something called “gwendochino blanc, or something?”) when another patron rolled in, an attractive woman with a serious ‘tude. She was clearly upset that all the good seats were taken and complained openly about it to the bartender in the way that girls who think they’re funnier and cuter than they are often do, a little too loudly, pretending they’re ‘just joking haha!” but actually quite seriously believe they deserve preference.
For the record, in case you can’t pick up the subtlety, I do NOT find this charming.
“I wanted to sit outside.” She told the bartender. “Can I at least sit at the window.”
“Someone else took those seats,” he replied with a shrug and disdainful look in our direction.
they both stared at us…trying to get us to move?
We muttered apologies, awkwardly chugged our grmuncmody blancs.
“Just wait it out til they get up and leave” the bartender said.
They (WE!) continued to gulp our wine as the bartender and Ms. Hot Shit talked loud and proud about how soon, so soon, “they” (we!) would just get up and vacate the premises.
It was overall a welcoming, warm and inviting bar!
And in the re-reading I’m realizing this might be one of those “you had to be there” kind of stories but sadly you were not there so you’ll just have to go right on ahead and trust me and maybe just politely laugh a little bit to make me feel OK?
Wrap dresses. They’re all fun and games and figure flattery until the top won’t stay shut, no matter the fact that you’ve afixed it to your bra with a spare bobby pin and multiple, and I mean MULTIPLE, of your coworkers have to casually pull you aside and politely whisper “Liz your, um…top” while trying not to stare at your exposed hooter.
My camera must have gone off at some point? One hundred* dollars to the person who can correctly guess what this might be.
These Manicure Tools:
I have a terrible habit (only one!) of biting and picking at my nails and cuticles. I know it is unattractive and unhygienic and all around gross but I love it and can’t stop.
Brian’s a biter too and we’ve realized we really need to curb this scene before the wedding – our photog will try to take those cute romantic shots of our brand new wedding bands and there will just be blood dripping everywhere. We can’t have that.
So! Per a recommendation from Brian’s sister (hi Emily!) I’ve been trying to use this Essy Apricot Cuticle Oil as a replacement – whenever I want to bite, I slather on the cuticle oil and it keeps my nails from getting ragged. Also it makes me smell delicious!
I also keep a bottle of clear topcoat at my desk because it’s super appropriate and professional to paint your nails in your office (false). Earlier this week I week I slathered up my fingers with cuticle oil and thought something felt off – it was kind of thick and gloopy and OH WAIT, I just painted all over my fingers with nailpolish.
Thankfully it was clear?!
And that, my pals, was my week! How was yours? What’s everyone up to this weekend? I’m reuniting with my college roomies at our friend’s brand new house in New Jersey (adulthood!!) and we’re going to gossip so effing hard, the world might collapse. I can’t even pretend like we’re going to discuss smart, valuable life stuff because we’re super not. We’re just going to dish on people we went to college with (maybe even YOU?!?!) and celebrities (I’m deeply concerned for Zac Efron) and drink so much wine and it’s going to be Tony the Tiger style GRRRRREAT!
April Showers, May Flowers & Plenty O Pilgrims to you and yours, my fine friends. Have a great weekend!
xoxo Liz Ho