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life in the fast lane
As expected, we’ve admittedly fallen a teensy bit behind around here. We have so much to catch up on: more Costa Rican recaps from the romantic & hubs, tales of the wino’s reunion with NYC, and upcoming travel plans for both of us. Alas, the fun stuff is on the backburner while we let our paying jobs take over, but bear with us! We’ll be back and better than ever in no time. Swear it. For now, here’s a little peek into our week: Clockwise from top left: a Nine West Runway Relief flash mob on Fashion’s Night Out (New…
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the wino takes on the big apple: part deux!
I know what you’re thinking. Where the HELL have I been? That’s a very valid question, friends. To make a long story short, let’s just say: a little bit of here and a little bit of there. As you may know, I’m back in New York City with my beloved blogging counterpart (can we get an AMEN?). I promise that as soon as the dust settles I will get back into my regularly scheduled programming and regale you with the stories of my misadventures. Until then, here’s the short of it: DC? No bueno. Philly? Whirlwind. Job? Came out of…
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the wino’s return
It shouldn’t be a surprise that the wino & I have what some might call, um, “big dreams.” A little under a year ago, we were overcome by a serious case of transatlantic wanderlust. We’re talking small business brainstorms and budget proposals and a full on plan to take over the world, all presented to the hubs. As you may have noticed, we did not move across the pond. I blame our lack of fluency in another language. It’s much easier to stay put and speak English in the US than open a boutique in Paris, you know? BUT, in all that time…
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on missing manhattan
The wino is making her second return to New York in less than a month, and this time it’s even more exciting because I’m actually HERE! While I wait for her pending arrival, it’s only natural that I’m getting a little nostalgic–and looking through photos for this post isn’t helping. In fact, scanning photos of our time as neighbors/co-workers/roomies/sister-wives has me missing Manhattan. Sounds weird, right? I mean, I’ve been here–mostly–the whole time. She’s been gone for ten months, which doesn’t sound like that long, but in New York terms? Ten months is a lifetime. In the ten months since…
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the great gramercy sunday funday bar crawl
Last weekend, I finally made my triumphant return to the city of all cities. My former stomping grounds, the home of the romantic & the hubs, the big old apple: New York City. Most specifically, I enjoyed the most perfect Gramercy Sunday funday. Unfortunately, my red-headed counterpart and her beau are zip-lining around Costa Rica. This meant couldn’t be in attendance, but I made sure I paid proper homage to one of my favorite cities. I very happily enjoyed a whirlwind 24 hours of drinking and eating. I have my gracious host to thank, the Scholar (remember her?), for showing…
