Typically the morning involves a post-workout shower. That is if I find the energy to drag myself out of the bed in time to do all the “morning routine junk”, and get to work at a decent and acceptable time. So I tend to find ways to multi-task. Quiet time and coffee. Brushing teeth while rinsing out the coffee pot. Catching a glimpse of the morning news while drying my hair. And talking to my Mom on speaking phone while I add a little color to my face. I leave ‘blackberry” on the bathroom ledge and…talk, until it really is time to hit the street running, catch the subway AND cheer [internally] when you barely slip through the doors before they chime and close. Hooray…I feel I like I made it and can breath!
The weekends however are a little more relaxing. I find it okay to linger down the street, walking and avoiding public transportation. I enjoy the stimulation of the city streets: the noises, the colors, the flowers, the architecture, the people, the fashion and the unfashionable, strange and sometimes a little scary.
Oh, and I cannot forget to mention to entertaining. It was just a few weeks ago this was filled to the brim with water. Kids were barefoot and splashing around, and now a FULL size piano rest inside and music and “pole” dancing.
One of the scary parts of the city are the pigeons. They are NOT, and I repeat NOT, afraid of the the human race. They find great pleasure is swarming by you, all 100 of them at once. It is terrifying, and not to mention rather disgusting in my book. I am NOT a fan of pigeons. If you see the glimpse of the red shirted lady in the top of this picture, well she was really liking the pigeon attention. She reminded me of the freaky pigeon lady on Home Along 2.
After we finally made it through “pigeon zone”. We found our way up the NYC marathon, around Central Park South (across from the Plaza Hotel). No worries, or “heads up” – Charlie Sheen was not throwing any harmful objects out the windows. I digress, we were here to cheer on some friends, who were running. At this point, they were embarking on the final mile, and some of them looked like they had just started 2 miles ago, not 25. Amazing human athletes. And just like NYC, you saw everything. A man in a banana costume, a lady as a bride, a BAREFOOT man, a lady in converse shoes and slacks, a snail costume, wacky colors, tutus, wigs, peacock feathers, a speedo and cape and WAY TO MANY OTHER [sometimes INAPPROPRIATE] HILARIOUS THINGS.
Well folks that’s a wrap. My time for this post 32:00. That’s the time I was shooting for! Off to work. xo.
wish i was that girl right now…
Happy Tuesday my loves, lots of posts in the work + lots of fall excitement. I am out the door, be back later.
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To get jumped off when my battery is running reallllll low, Kaffe 1668, for real, does the trick. This might be the absolute very best coffee I have ever started my morning off with. It was a real “awakening”. You just don’t know coffee until you indulge yourself with this rather pricey cup of joe! The work they put into one cup is worth every penny. They grind the beans right then and there, and then put those babies through an intense looking process before the coffee finally exits the rather complex contraption and fills up the white cup + natural sleeve all hand-stamped with Kaffe 1668. Oh morning why don’t you hurry up?? Sorry Foldgers – I use to agree with your theme song (I probably still kinda do), but the newly discovered coffee snob in me might say that “the best part of waking up is Kaffe 1668 in your cup!” A beautiful interior/exterior space even comes along with it.
On another note, I love the illustrations from their website:
[really they leave artwork in your foam :: yesterday I was wooed by a heart!|
[Agree! Makes Tribeca alive and well]
