Lately I have been just 'go-go-go' to quote my mother. Last week I worked a grand total of 65 hours. Somehow in the mix of everything, I managed to see Reasons to be Pretty with Mark, go to brunch and shoe shop with Jordon -AND- spend a day in sunny (that's an understatement) Sheep's Meadow (AKA the Brody Beach x 300) with Allison and Tim.
What a life I lead.
As my catering shift was canceled last night, I decided to have a night of 'relaxation' after my day job yesterday. I originally planned on going home, eating something sexy, watching Tyra and then eventually being productive; as in balancing my checkbook and cleaning my room.
Cut to me, literally lost in the Park, texting Randi like a fiend about getting dinner and turning around in a circle over and over; trying to appear as though I am not a Midwestern transplant lost in Central Park and at the same time trying to figure out which buildings in the distance look more 'west-side' than 'east-side'. After a painfully long excursion next to the Jackie O reservoir, I finally found my way out, six blocks north of where I wanted to be. Then I had a brilliantly-timed memory lapse as I reached 79 and Columbus. Where the F is my favorite burger place on the UWS, I thought to myself. I again turned around in a circle, apparently thinking that would make 'Big Nick's' appear on the corner. I then decisively shook my head at Shake Shack, googled the Big Nick's location on my phone and walked West . . . to the wrong location. After deliberating with a Big Nick's employee at the Broadway store (read: me assuming he was lying about the other location in order to get my business, wtf Katie?!), I again tried googling other locations on my phone. At one point, I actually thought maybe they closed down the other location, or worse, that I had imagined the past two experiences I had there. Am I on the Truman Show, I pondered, as I have done in the past when other odd coincidences happen in my life. Finally, finally, I found something about "Big Nick's Too" on my phone and walked to 71st . . . where I found the restaurant. On the corner. Like always.
So, after my 45 minute walk, I felt I deserved a delicious turkey swiss guacamole and onion burger and a baked potato. Bought myself some dark chocolate Raisinets and gummy bears (45 minutes, y'all!) Then, headed home. I watched the rest of The Reader and shed a couple tears. Glanced at my watch (8:00 p.m.) and rejoiced that I had just enough time to do some very productive shit before bed. But first, I had to check if anything good was on one of our four channels. Turned out Obama's 100 Presidential Days speech was on . . . Fox. Hurrah! I could procrastinate for exactly 30 more minutes!
What really happened was I decided to watch Obama's speech in a horizontal position, covered with that very comfortable blanket of Allison's . . . anddd . . . I was woken up by my very considerate roommate asking if I wanted to set my alarm and go back to my bed . . . at 3:00 a.m.
Hm.
So, in a nutshell, what I've concluded is . . . I will never want to balance my checkbook nor clean my room. Ever. And, President Obama's soothing, manly voice makes me want to fall asleep.
Right.
Well, it was good to chat. Well done, me. I must return to work.
More to follow sometime soon . . . when I reveal what direction my future life is heading!
Oh. Goody.
xox.
