For Valentine’s Day, instead of a four-course meal in the neighborhood, we tempted fate and went to a Valentine’s/Fashion Week party. The views from The Standard were lovely, but it was nearly impossible to track down a drink until, eventually, the male models/waiters started walking around with bottles of vodka and just pouring it straight into glasses. Were we overserved? Perhaps.
On the walk back to the subway, we stopped in McDs because I didn’t eat any of the tiny appetizers at the party. We split nuggets, a cheeseburger, fries, and a shamrock shake that Kirk found disgusting (but I secretly liked). True romance.
This springs marks our sixth year together. Something that has served us well is our willingness to let the big moments happen on their own terms, and not pre-determined dates designed to sell boxes of chocolate. Not that I turn those down. But it’s usually the simplest things that turn into the big memories, and I’m totally fine with that.
For my husband’s birthday this year, we went to Merida, a historic colonial city 4 hours from Cancun. Merida’s been on our radar for almost a year. When we start to feel tired of the city–wanting more space, wanting to feel like we have an adult home and not this crappy apartment that we spend more on than most people do on their mortgages–we pretend it’d be easy to drop everything and buy a house in Merida, sight unseen. So to make that fantasy seem a bit more attainable, we visited.
I just finished the holiday party circuit this week, the capstone being a party at the Standard. I think I’ve had an unspeakable amount of champagne, or perhaps there is no such thing.
Have a lovely holiday!
I was hoping to get back to a normal posting schedule this week, but clearly that is not the case. Kirk was in SF last week, and is leaving tomorrow for another trip there, so blogging has been less of a priority as we try to enjoy these precious weekends together. And now work is getting hectic, so I have very little hope for this week.
I have been doing some projects around the apartment while Kirk has been gone, and have more planned. One benefit of being alone at home: I have space to make a project mess and not have anyone annoyed with it!
It was nice going to the Alt party on Thursday. Didn’t do any real networking, but it was wonderful catching up with Jenny, and seeing some other blog friends. The view was spectacular too, and I quite enjoyed the male model bartenders. Martha Stewart throws good parties.
We received our lease renewal form this week, which brought on the “should we upgrade to a better apartment?” debate. We live in a rent stabilized unit, which means a comparable apartment to ours is several hundred more a month. So, to get an apartment that’s actually better? More like paying $1000 more.
And that’s just the rent! In Brooklyn, it’s difficult to get an apartment without a broker, so that adds thousands in fees, on top of the security deposit. So you can very easily be plunking down $10,000 just to move into a new place, plus the cost of moving.
I am a practical girl, despite my penchant for frilly things. Is this a perfect place to live? No. Our ceiling leaks in the winter because of the oh-so-wonderful steam heat system, the street outside is littered with chicken bones most mornings, our cast iron tub is peeling. But it’s near restaurants we like and the park. So we’ll make do, and put our rent savings towards our goal of buying an apartment.
Of course, I had to look at apartments in Park Slope. I fell in love with this one pictured–across from the park, tastefully renovated. Oh to dream.