Weekends

I realized what people do on the weekends. They spend money. I managed to go to brunch both Saturday and Sunday. Working is definitely a better bet. We met up at and went to Cafe Moutarde around 1:30pm, lamented over our celery-less Bloody Marys, and sat around eating until 430pm when they closed to set up for dinner. In the mean time we moved to yet another fooding location and hung out there until after dinner. Photos above are us just vegetating and roaming about Park Slope.

Sunday I wandered from Union square, to west village, to meat packing, back to Union square, and then all the way down to soho. At one point I stopped to have brunch with my Blondie at Standard Grill: steak and eggs and topped it off with cheesecake. So good. Laura and I ended up hanging out in the city for what felt like hours but was only like 30 min.