Hey blog babes! Thanks for putting up with me lately. Last post = ugh, but was totally feeling better after a rainy night with candles, a long run, and Because I Said So, even though Diane Keaton is a leetle bit annoying in that one. Chick flick was just what I needed. It reminded me that I also need to read a happy book because the ones I’ve been reading lately are just not. Any suggestions? Today I want to share with you a little something my roommate and I are taking on this summer called The Bucket List: NYC Edition (see official document below). I find this is a quite effective way to conquer big cities, especially because a lot of our nights are spent like this:
The only problem is when you put things on the list that you actually don’t want to do but feel like you have to or you find one thing that you like to do a lot and do that instead of doing other things aka my London bucket list. Since WHO KNOWS how long we are going to be around, we figured we better get everything done this summer stat.
The first thing we were able to check off was the Studio Square Beer Garden. It was a lovely day and we got a pitcher of sangria.
Things started to go a little downhill after we made the executive decision to get another pitcher.
Then this happened.
Note the man on the right walking past us as if we’re not totally obnoxious. Not pictured is me spilling half of my sangria on my pants, us getting lost on the way to Moe’s, Leanna dropping approximately six containers of salsa on the subway, and our Mexican Cinco de Mayo feast that could’ve fed a large family. We’ve obviously already been back a second time, so I’m guessing this is going to be one of those items that we just can’t get enough of.
A few weekends ago, we made the trek out to Coney Island. It’s quite the haul from Queens, but once we set up shop with our umbrella, cooler, and towels, we were happy campers. We poked around the amusement park a bit, but once you’ve seen one, you’ve pretty much seen them all. Oh, and then we proceeded to get sunburns that I’m still dealing with today (GUYS, I am a sunscreen freak but somehow the first beach trip of the summer always trumps my diligent application). Now it has faded to tan, but my tan lines were so whack that it looks like I have dirty ankles and armpits. Cool.
Stay tuned for upcoming adventures in the City That Sucks Your Soul.