Things I’m certain of this Saturday afternoon (hey it’s still afternoon if the sun’s up, right?):
The neon French manicure is my new summer staple. Consider it the next step in my inevitable transition into being French
There is no work week so brutal that a drink (or two) with old friends can’t solve
Tightrope by Walk the Moon is the most perfect song I’ve ever heard
I’m in need of a destination boyfriend: someone that I love and adore but preferably comes with his own island paradise
Wardrobe spoiler alert for the evening: there is no occasion too big or too small for bedazzled shoes. Or a sock bun for that matter…
My uncle is one of the most intelligent/interesting people I’ve ever met and our Monday dinner date will undoubtedly be the highlight of my week
I have been told that I throw darts in a very romantic way, as if I’m aiming them at someone’s heart. If by romantic, my friend meant carelessly and with little precision, then yes, I suppose I would have to agree on all counts
“Procrastination is an alluring siren taunting you to Google the country where Balki from Perfect Strangers was from, and to arrange sticky notes on your dog in the shape of hilarious dog shorts. A wicked temptress beckoning you to watch your children, and take showers. Well, it’s time to look procrastination in the eye and tell that seafaring wench, “Sorry not today, today I write.”—McSweeny’s Internet Tendency: The ultimate guide to writing better than you normally do
I am aware that I may never find someone. I mean this in the most matter-of-fact non-dramatic way - simply that I may never find that person who I want to spend my life with. My awareness of this fact will make what I’m about to say seemingly contradictory, but sometimes when I’m lying in bed late at night and the wind is softly blowing in off 5th street and I’m completely alone, my heart skips a beat knowing that these may be my last years of solitude. It’s a peacefulness that arrives as almost a present, congratulating me for being happy in my own skin. I have an amazing family and a wonderful group of friends so I know I’m never really alone, but the calmness that washes over me at times like this is something I can’t get from anyone else. Of course there’s a fine line between being alone and being lonely, and sometimes I teeter over to the other side but tonight is not one of those nights. It’s still and perfect and completely mine.
Someday I’ll have a husband and children (hopefully) and these moments will become fewer and farther between, and I’ll look back on 26 and remember the nights when it was only me, sleeping in the middle of my bed with the window open and listening to the passersby on the street. Completely free to just be.
There comes a time in every young copywriters life where you must work all hours of the night to complete a project that your client will merely glance at applaud you for your brilliance. This month week was mine. The great thing about working at my agency (other than the fact that I work with one of my besties) is that they supply the tired, late-night workers with dinner, snacks, and drinks in order to keep up the morale! While I do like to imbibe during my small project work – it helps with my creativity, I swear – I usually stick to snacks and impromptu yoga and/or dance parties to stay energized (thankfully there is no photographic evidence of the latter).
Of course not all snack food is created equal so like any big project, food orders have a be prioritized to guarantee complete satisfaction while the glare from my computer shines tricks me into thinking it’s still light out. Let me introduce to you the perfect late-night food pyramid: it starts with a solid base of pineapple fried rice from Noodle Bar, add a healthy layer of pork dumplings, and top with pomegranate iced tea. Sprinkle in some sourpatch kids and this pyramid is chock full of everything a writer needs: delicious food and alliteration.
Oh, what’s that? That wasn’t enough alliteration for you? Fine, I’ll partake in some damage-control pilates this weekend to round it out. Perfect!
“Funny how we think of romance as always involving two, when the romance of solitude can be ever so much more delicious and intense. Alone, the world offers itself freely to us. To be unmasked, it has no choice.”—Tom Robbins - Still Life With Woodpecker (via brooklyn-forester)
I spent the weekend with some of the most brilliant minds in oncology research. I mean we’re talking I-discovered-a-therapy-that-saved-countless-lives kind of brilliant. And while I dabble in the sciences (BA in molecular biology what, what?), my brain hit its maximum comprehension level mid-day on Tuesday and I’ve been borderline non-functional ever since.
While it’s clear that I was the least intelligent/accomplished person at the conference I did make some observations, that while won’t add to our overall understanding about tumor growth, will contribute some information about our species in a soft sciences kind of way. Besides, I need to empty my brain a bit.
In true millennial fashion I took notes on my phone and while I appreciate the adaptive nature of the iphone, you can expect future autocorrect mishaps to include the words “thrombocytopenia” and “dimerization”
While sitting in the cafeteria I overheard some post-docs bragging about their research and all I could think was “Geez, quiet down. It’s not like you’re curing cancer. Oh wait…”
Given that the Germ Theory of disease is a widely accepted concept you’d think that more oncologist/researchers would cover their mouths when they cough
I am not evolved enough to eat at Michelin rated restaurants. Yea, I enjoyed you snapper carpaccio from Boka but I think I’ll stick to my margarita pizza a la South Brooklyn Pizza thankyouverymuch
Nothing is more inspiring than watching eager scientists flood the podium after a session to congratulate the speaker and ask questions