Tuesday was my birthday.
And…it was truly epic. Top five best birthdays ever. No joke.
I spent the day doing what I love: walking the streets (okay, actually rushing from show to show, but what’s the difference, really?) taking photographs, talking to people, uploading stuff on Instagram, and writing today’s blog post in my mind. I took myself out to lunch at Cookshop in Chelsea, where I was treated like a queen (I’m seriously considering moving to Chelsea in order to make it my local joint). They accommodated my request to be seated next to an outlet so I could charge my iPhone, and they gave me a miniature cupcake with a candle in it in honor of my birthday (I mentioned it by accident–usually I don’t tell people.)
As far as working goes, I’ve never been happier or more fulfilled. In. My. Entire. Life. No joke. And I’m working incredibly hard. There really is something to that old adage, “Do what you love.” Now that I’ve identified what I love, I have to find someone to pay me to do it. Any takers?
Sidebar: While I’m not (so far) making any money despite all of this effort, I do appear to be losing weight. So there is some upside to busting ass.
After a very long but fulfilling day, I had dinner with a small group of people I love. One of my closest friends was born on the 10th, and after many years of living on opposite coasts, we were finally able to celebrate together with dinner at Rouge et Blanc on MacDougal Street. Small plates. We ordered everything on the menu.
More to come.
P.S. I just visited Cookshop’s website and discovered that it’s owned by the same people own Five Points, a restaurant I’ve loved since I last lived in New York. Very cool.
