This was a weird shrine outside of the bathroom stalls at Malverde…
One of TH’s friends had a little too much to drink and got weird with this construction sign.
Last night TH and I ventured out to downtown Austin for TexMex, Margaritas, good conversation and a little dancing with his buddies from high school and their wives. We started at Garridos for dinner and it was great! I had snapper BLT, steak marinated in coffee and standard grilled chicken tacos and an awesome Margarita. From there we moved on to a lounge/club, Malverde Anyway, headed off with the inlaws for a day walking around downtown! I hope you find the photos above entertaining. Look forward to another post on Austin!!
…And no coffee to boot! Recently, I decided to kick my absurd consumption of Starbies coffees in favor of healthier alternatives, so like a smoker, I am now going through little fits of withdrawal, particularly when that heavenly aroma passes by my olfactory. It’s been over a week now and I’ve managed to avoid it all costs, even with 5 am wake-ups. So, as you might imagine, after no coffee and a very long work week, I wasn’t one to get so excited about primping, throwing on something cute and meeting up with friends at Tom Colicchio’s Craftbar in Flatiron.
But, alas, your imagination fools you! Generally, I hate going out on Friday nights, they are just so rushed, I feel super stressed out, and overwhelmingly exhausted. This Friday, for some reason, was different – I don’t know if my recent decision to kick coffee, my amazing friends, T and the bf’s college roommate, or my healthier eating habits were the cause but either way, it was a great night! Craftbar is delicious – a great place to share a bunch of random items on the menu and savor creatively concocted cocktails.
After an awesome time at the restaurant, we all went back to my bf’s apartment to chill out and share different beats we are currently into. T has a robust collection of boho/noho tunes that are very different and have entertaining youtube videos. We ended up having a great time just hanging out while I danced like a crazy lunatic around the living room, and everyone left around 2 am. The bf and I hit the hay immediately afterwards and woke up at 8 to hit the hamster den.
All in all, great Friday thanks to my lovely friends, and a generally good/healthy weekend.
PS – The new season of Gossip Girl is great! Can’t wait for this week’s episode. Btw, she and I are cohorts. 😉
Can you guess where I ate dinner last night? Shhhhh….quiet! Sidecar is this semi-secret little arsenal of throwback steakhouses above the PJ Clark’s in Midtown East, and it’s also where I joined my roomie, good friend since my first day of college (let’s call her College), and her wonderful boyfriend (let’s call him Naked Baby – College keeps a naked baby picture of him on her iphone) to celebrate a new chapter in my life.
I recently accepted an offer to work for a bulge bracket firm (I’m in finance – don’t think I’ve told you all about that yet – part of the reason I got fat! no time to work out or leave my desk!) in their investment banking group. Upon graduating, it was my intent to join another firm in their banking division; however, that firm was unfortunately unable to keep afloat in the tumultuous times of 2008. As a senior in the middle of my second semester, I had to quickly scramble and get back on that interview horse to find another position so that I did not have to sleep in cardboard box in Grand Central. Fortunately, I landed on my feet and worked at a firm that gave me a lot of great exposure and experiences. I learned a lot while I was there and enjoyed my time working in marketing on the “buy side” (finance term for hedge funds, private equity funds, venture capital funds, etc), but I am really excited to get back on the track I had originally planned on. This new role will consume even more of my time and will probably lead me to eat more crappy food but hopefully all my fellow fatties will keep me on track!
Anyway, my eating habits overall yesterday were very good with the exception of my little celebratory dinner! I had two glasses of Veuve C., half a cheeseburger, and tons of onion strings (they are addictive!). Wish me all luck as I embark on this new adventure!
P.S. Sorry for the excessive presence of exclamation points in this post – I am very, very excited and happy.
So last night, I joined some friends, my very conservative boyfriend, and his artsy college roomate for dinner on the Upper West Side for an evening of raw fish, loud conversation (my voice tends to carry), and lewd comments (most of which were my contribution). We all started with two huge heaping bowls of edamame and discussion centered around my new blog, which you are reading right now. My two girlfriends, T and A (I’ll keep names to first initial only to protect the identities of my friends….side-note: T&A = Tits and Ass – hahaha – I crack myself up/I have the maturity level of a five year old) greeted me with a very warm, “Hey Fat Girl!” and then we proceeded to order our booze laden with unnecessary calories. While, I am not one to drink in order to loosen myself up as I am usually very comfortable, I feel that a little caloric intake from alcohol can often add to the mystique of an evening – and indeed our Pinot Grigios and Grapefruit Martinis did just that. As my martini glass approached bottom, my comments became more inappropriate, and eventually I was obnoxiously making (according to the aforementioned bf) “too loud” references to quinbys and other oddities that the bf was first embarrassed by, then angered by, and eventually compelled enough to publicly note, “Such topics should never be discussed at the dinner table and no one would disagree.” While our company did not disagree with him no one agreed either. Part of my draw is my non-functioning filter on my brain – when in social situations I do not feel the need to conform to our society’s dictation of what is and what isn’t deemed acceptable. I much prefer to say whatever pops into my head at any given moment, and I do admit that I often enjoy the shock factor associated with what comes from my bouche.
Okay, so this actually is a blog about losing weight…I promise that I won’t recap every evening in excruciating detail unless there is a demand for that (if you enjoy reading about my evenings, let me know – there’s plenty more where that came from) . Getting back to food, diet, feeling like the fattest person in a Japanese run restaurant stocked with an all too skinny wait staff – I was a very good girl last night (aside from my inappropriate behavior and Grapefruit martini) and consumed only the martini, edamame (which has a very low point value on Weight Watchers), miso soup (2 pts on WW), and a bunch of raw salmon (approx 4 pts total on WW), so to be conservative I’ll estimate that dinner was 10 pts – I’m allowed 20 pts per day according to WW. So dinner was about half of my allotment for the entire day – it’s a good thing Tits and Ass saved me from a severe yearning for a sugary Magnolia cupcake only 1 block south of the restaurant we were at.
I thankfully avoided Magnolia because Ass and my bf’s roommate really hit it off at dinner (they both run in the media/press world), and Tits and I wanted to continue to create sparks between the two so we ran off to a wine bar after sushi. Unfortunately the artsy man writer had to get home to focus on some work so the evening ended early, but hopefully there will be some more dinners soon for Ass and Artsy Writer Man – there is a very “Yenta” side to me. I love seeing love blossom. Speaking of blossoms, I still have not kicked the Magnolia craving – I will always be a loud, lewd fat girl at heart.