golf and dresses
This weekend, I went golfing….kinda.
I did head over to Chelsea Piers with Jordan and Collin to attend a GOLF FEST, where we tested out our skills on the driving range. Before we made it to the clubs, though, we meandered through the venue, stopping at different booths to get “stamped” so we could enter to win a trip to HAWAII. We listened to a few pitches (“Are you looking for a new, private golf club?” and “interested in playing 18 holes in New Jersey?) and tried our best to show some sort of believable interest. Along the way, we got Chris Canty’s autograph.
He is a big man.
After handing my caddy my Callaway clubs and changing out of my argyle, I headed to the Upper East side to go to J.Crew for bridesmaid dress shopping (!!). The UES is always an interesting place to venture; I’m not sure which I saw first: the main set of Gossip Girl, or a woman pushing her dog in a stroller. Regardless, after two very strong looking men opened up the doors into J.Crew for me (must be heavy doors) I met part of the wonderful wedding party to totally girl-out and try on faaaancy dresses.
Kate is letting us wear whatever, as long as it’s peach/coral/pink/orange colored. And turns out we’re easy to please. We each fell in love with the first dress we put on. (Though, may not be what’s pictured!) We were in and out of there in less than an hour!
Soon after, it was back downtown to head to Boqueria, a VERY tasty tapas bar in Flatiron. On our way there, I think Flo said something along the lines of, “That was so girly, I need to drink a Guinness.” Welp, that did not happen, as we decided on drinking four pitchers worth of sangria, along with crab fritters, sauteed spinach, roasted artichokes, and holy moly: bacon wrapped dates stuffed with almonds. Oy. Vey.
All in all, it was a splendid weekend! I was also able to sneak in a glorious 10-mile run this morning that started in Central Park and carried me down the Westside Highway. The plan was to keep it super comfortable and run 8:30’s, but the hills in CP make me want to run faster for some reason. And then Beyonce comes on and I..can’t…slow..down. But the pace still felt comfy and I was so happy to get a longer run back under my belt. Literally one of the best mood-boosters on the planet.
welp, see ya later