Man, this weekend we stayed inside pretty much both days and just watched Pokemon Indigo (It’s on Netflix now). I didnt want to do anything, I wanted to spend a minimum amount of money because I wanted to even things out from spending SO MUCH FUCKING MONEY last weekend.
Ugh! Ok so a couple of weeks ago, I reluctantly agreed to go out to eat for Restaurant Week. Restaurant Week is basically a week of very expensive, top-notch restaurants in the city offering huge discounts on a fixed menu, usually multiple courses. The set price is $25 for lunch and $38 for dinner. I was hesitant to do this for multiple reasons:
- Expensive restaurants usually means ridiculously small servings (so what if the food is pretty, I want to EAT)
- Who the fuck do I think I am paying $38 for a dinner full of teeny, servings? Diddy?
I got into it for a second though, I wanted to have the experience. I figured I’d do it once and never do it again. So I went ahead with it, dreading the expense.
The dinner was set for last Sunday.
So Ive been trying to cook a lot more cool shit, trying to teach myself to cook different things and eat different things. Friday night, I made Turkey Pastelon. It was pretty good. Later I was browsing Craigslist for a coffee table (I was set on buying someone’s old table, idk why) and I come across this cute little mixed media coffee table. The posting said it was from IKEA, but I had never seen it before. It had a wooden top with metal legs and it was a decent price ($50). I searched the web for about an hour trying to figure out what the model was and what year it was released but I found nothing. The only time we could settle on was that Sunday at noon for me to come pick it up. Mike and I took a bus across Bed-Stuy to Prospect Heights and walked a couple blocks to this guy’s magnificent apartment (exposed wooden beams, wooden columns). He helped us carry the table out into the hallway. We called a van, put the table in the back seat, and now its here and its awesome!
After posting the table on the IKEA Fans website for identification, I learned that the table is actually from the first IKEA PS collection released in 1995. Its practically ancient. And its in great condition. A few little scratches here and there, but hey, the table is 19-years-old. Also, despite the table being IKEA, its actually pretty big and heavy (Mike and i thought we may be able to take it back on the bus but we nixed that plan the second we lifted it), and I also don’t even think it was pieced together like most IKEA furniture. Its put together so well it seems like it was bought as one piece. I consider this a steal. Its an awesome table, everyone loves it, its sturdy as fuck, and its really cute. I think this is my best Craigslist find yet. Cant wait to stick a carpet under there, though Justin likes the wood on wood look. I like it too, so ill just have to find a carpet I like more.
So the apartment is inching along! I promise Ill take some pictures soon. just a few more things I want to get.
After laying around on the couch for a while, listening to Mike play guitar and watching Duckie sniff the new table, I got up and got dressed for dinner.
I wore a flowy, thin white tee, a skirt Ive had for years that I got on sale from Target, and the best tights on Gods green earth.
Pause. Because listen, I am fat ok? Im working on it, but right now, Im fat. And while its not super hard to find clothes, its SUPER hard to find tights that don’t roll down during the day. Even the tights I got from ASOS, which I thought would be really good, failed me. They failed me hard. I had just about given up on buying tights. I thought my dreams of wearing skirts and rompers with tights and chucks or booties was just that..a dream. Until last week when I was at H&M (buying a pair of jeans that are my size but run small but don’t quite fit so now they’re my weight loss jeans), I gambled again and picked up a pair of their plus sized tights. I wore them the night of the dinner and OMG. No rips, no rolls, perfect fit. I almost cried when I first pulled them on. And I got 2 pair for only 13 fucking dollars. Bitch.
Anyway, my excitement over my outfit quickly faded by the time we got to the restaurant. The place was all cute and shit and just smelled expensive. *sigh*
Mike and I agreed that Ill foot the dinner bill if he helps out on the groceries, which was fine. He doesn’t make as much money (or any money really, he’s a student) as me, and I wanted him to come. I had been complaining about how much everything was going to add up to, so we agreed ahead of time to not order any sides or drinks.
But oh, whaddaya know, my side and drink ordering friends decided to split the bill 3 ways anyway, and I ended up paying more than I intended. Not wanting to be that guy, I just went ahead and paid. But *sigh*.
It was my own fault, ya know. Just growing up the way I did, I just always err on the side of cheapness, no matter how much money Im making. I mean…yea I have a lot of Apple products, but I’d much rather spend money on that than like…
But whatever. The dinner is done. I had a good time seeing my friends and eating overpriced food. Everything was perfect except the bill haha. I just couldn’t shake the feeling that i was losing grip though. I am still poor at heart. And I like having that mentality, it helps me make the most of the money I make.
That night, I made a bunch of quinoa salad with grapes and chicken to eat for lunch at work. I made too much actually, its a week later and I still have a lot left. It wasn’t one of my better recipes, I won’t make it again. Its good though, just not…that good.
Anyway, Justin came back from a week of being in Georgia on Tuesday night. After he worked his shift, he came over around 11pm and showed me all of the video and photos he took while back home. It felt so good to be around Justin, watching videos of our friends, of his parents, hearing their accents, and smoking. I felt grounded again. I told him how I had just spent $112 on a dinner 2 nights before and how it made me feel like a fucking asshole, how Ive been taking work way too seriously and how I felt like i hadn’t had time to relax. We talked about everything. It dawned on me that we’ve been doing this with each other in some form or fashion for a decade. Im really glad to have him around.
Then the next morning I realized that he took my lighter and I was pissed.
He always fucking does that shit!
After that, the work week was a breeze. I worked, didn’t let myself get sucked in, and before I knew it, Thursday was here. I left work early, and Mike and I went to Colbert!
(my god, his beard looks extra red here haha)
Afterwards, Mike wanted to look for a hard-to-find honey mead that I’d been really wanting to try ever since we’d heard about it. Luckily, there was a liquor store a few blocks down from the Colbert Studios that happened to carry it, he bought that, then we were walking to the train when we found this Amish Market. We walked in and I fell in love with their honey selection alone. He asked me if I wanted a jar and I was about to pick out a jar that had the comb still in it when the word “ginger” caught my eye. On a higher shelf, I saw a glass bottle of ginger. syrup. I put the honey back, grabbed it off the shelf, and showed it to Mike, holding it like a precious artifact.
We got home and immediately poured glasses of Tej and watched the episode of Colbert we were just on.
That Saturday morning, I woke up and cooked a full breakfast. I was ready for that ginger syrup and I wanted to do it justice.
I cleared all of the empty glasses, nail polish remover and random bullshit off the table, folded some napkins into triangles because Im fancy, and put two plates of pancakes, sausages, scrambled eggs and grits down. We also had some iced coffee that i had brewed the night before in the french press and let cool overnight in the fridge. I placed the precious ginger syrup in the center of the table and Mike and I set down and chowed down while watching like 5 episodes of Pokemon. It was a glorious morning.
Later that day, Mike wanted to go get some of his favorite beer. It’s pretty expensive, but he found a store on Bedford that sells it for cheap. Bedford Ave is about 10 long blocks (the equivalent of 20 regular blocks) away. We decided to walk it, the weather was decent enough.
It took us about 30 minutes. It was nice and scenic, with brownstones to our left and right the entire way. We talked about owning one, what we would do if we had a million dollars and a lot of other randomness and then we were there. Then we walked all the way back, stopping at a grocery store along the way. We walked a total of 4 miles and it was great.
About a block away from home, I passed by these cool buildings, and took this awesome picture.
That night, I made Mustard Roasted Chicken and we crashed.
This morning, i signed up for a new gym opening just 3(!!) short blocks away from my apartment. A 2 minute (tops) walk! Its the same price per month as my current gym, I had to do it. This way Ill be in there a lot more often. I dont have to worry about bringing my gym bag to work, or even a gym bag at all. I can just walk home after the gym! Im also super lazy about getting to my current gym and I give myself the excuse of having to get on the train. Im terrible. So with this, theres no excuses. Im so excited for this. It doesn’t open until June, so Im keeping my membership at my current gym until then.
the rest of the day was a normal Sunday, more Pokemon, talking shit with Mike, and lounging around, preparing my fucks for work tomorrow.
Im a little excited though because just an hour ago, I finished cooking these babies, which will be my lunch this week:
I just ate one of the finished ones and they are soooooooooo good. I will be making these again and again.
This weekend felt nice and full. The weather is showing signs of easing up, which, in turn, means Im going out more and having some fun.
Next week I think Im finally going to paint my room.
Mike is calling me George R.R Martin because this Tumblr post is running so long. So Im going to step away from the computer and kick his ass.