last wednesday after work, i went home and packed, pawned the dog off onto her grandpa for a few days and caught the red eye to new york city.


1 a.m. MST - taking the shuttle to the concourse, i was composing a strongly-worded letter to the denver international airport administration regarding how the fuck an international airport doesn't have a bar that serves alcohol past 11 p.m. - my plan to sleep on the plane had been foiled. i'd just have to fall asleep the old fashioned way - by reading a newspaper.


6:30 a.m. EST - being a morning person by nature is helpful for red eye flights. i'd had abut an hour and a half of sleep and was ready to go.



i took a shuttle to chelsea to stay with amanda, one of my best high school friends who moved to the city with her husband last december. amanda's super creative - i was in her apartment for all of an hour before i noticed her installment on the wall. i couldn't get a decent picture with details, but all of those pieces are individual magazine clippings of different people's hair, face and hands.


here's a closer shot. it's pretty incredible in person.


after spending most of the day trodding the city, amanda had to shove off to work. i went to helen's, a bar in chelsea to meet up with kasey, a net friend of a friend who promised to entertain me. and by that she meant get me drunk.


...which is good, because then faith showed up with some friends. faith is a good friend of charges who moved to the city. faith says i should move there too. she says i can live with her for a while. faith doesn't know what she's getting herself into. faith and kasey chatting.


mac decisive finally shows. mac's phone, my phone, kasey's phone and alcohol.


after amanda and her husband reconvened, we showered and went out for thai food.


sometime earlier in the evening, it had started to snow, which i thought was fantastic but no one else seemed to appreciate. snow is pretty there.


because of his job, amanda's husband mike gets invited places. we went to a club (i forgot where it was) where we were three ducks outta water, but was pretty sweet to observe. ghetto booty style. word.


RIP, coral scarf. sniff. after flying, drinking, eating, and drinking again (after i found out bars in new york supply patrons with an extra two hours worth of fun), i was winding down. but amanda and mike introduced me to a place called venus not two blocks from their apartment. open 24 hours, they serve alcohol. we stopped in before we called it a night.


but not before we spelled 'boobless' on a calculator.


friday i spent the day with my stepmom, who recently moved back to jersey. she came up for the day and took me to a really nice place called lupa in soho, where i successfully mispronounced 'gnocchi' (my italian stepmom gave me the evil eye for it. i should know better). then, as every mother/daughter unit should at least once, we went to tea at the plaza.


i was trying to get a shot of the obligatory miniature jellies, but we'll just look at the pretty palm tree instead.


finger food = okay by me.


the plaza being across from central park, we walked through the gates. plus, i promised hillary i'd take photos for her stupid class.


there were more people there than i've ever seen. i was skeptical about the whole 'gates' idea, but the photos don't really do it justice.


it was pretty cool.


my stepmom argues that this color is saffron, not orange. i'm not one to argue.


the sun starts going down. pretty.


that night, since amanda and mike had this completely kick ass apartment and had yet to throw a party, they planned a cocktail/fondue blowout. my stepmom watches as mike wizzes around the kitchen.


people started showing up right as i realize that my camera had stopped taking clear photos. sorry.


faith came - wohoo! she was also kind enough to bring me my first can of sparks. a 'right of passage' or something.


around 2 am the party unloaded in the basement of the chelsea hotel (the name of the bar escapes me), where faith paid too much money for shots and i briefly lost my purse because i'm a retard. this is the only photo i have. friday was a fun night.


well i'll be goddamned, it's jon gibbons! on saturday, jon came down on a train from connect-icut to hang out. mac, kasey, amanda, he and i walked around to see shit.


and shit we saw. japanese milk and raspberry brandy bottles.


toss your own salad!


a flea market of sorts where we wanted to buy sister christian a vintage dress-your-own-christian-paper-doll set, but passed, because money for beer was more important.


we headed back to amanda and mike's, where mike was suffering from a case of what the el refers to as 'puss-itis.'


that night, jon peaced back to the train and we went to tribeca grand, a fancy hotel with a party in the basement.


i didn't feel comfortable snapping a lot of photos on account of all the hipsters, so this is all i got. mike and brynn.


cab. i have zero recollection of this.


or this.


or this.


or this.


or this. good job, anne.

sunday, i have no photos. we ran around; i had a brunch with another blogger that put four mimosas in me before 4. that night, amanda, mike and i went to AsssCat 3000 at the upright citizens brigade theater. horatio sanz was on, and so were a bunch of other people you always see on the vh1 commentary shows, but i don't have time to look them up right now (but amanda probably remembers).


i watched eve get punk'd on the plane home monday night. jetblue rules.


monday night - home.

the end.

i successfully spent all of my money, including $100 of my sister's.