New York, 2012

Guess what? There are people that you can spend every single second of seven days with, waking and sleeping, in a studio apartment with a single bathroom and you won't want to kill each other at the end. In fact, you will feel a little teary eyed at the airport and never want to leave. I find this hugely life affirming.

{brooklyn beer garden}

{book basement at manetamed}

{paletas on the highline}

{prickly pear paleta}

{taco truck at fonda nolita}

{really good jamaica (not sweet!) from fonda nolita}

{goldsworthy at storm king art center}

{poppy's in beacon - i will be eternally devoted to the yelp app}

{glass stained with caramelized sugar at storm king art center}

{Cloud City - photo of us ladies through the installation taken sneakily on D's phone, don't tell the Met!}

{a very long happy hour at the penrose}

{pickle martinis!}

{dear friends}

We haven't had a full week of vacation in a while and it was amazing. We ate enough food for a month, we walked for hours, we managed to not hear a single snippet of news the whole time and we were so out of touch it was blissful.

It does, however, make it kind of difficult to go back to work and regular life. I miss my people. I'm convinced we were meant to live a life of leisure together and I'd like to know if the vast fortune that would enable us to do so was misdelivered. Universe, please look into this.

The point of our trip was to be together, but we managed to fit in a lot of activity on the side, including renting a car and making a day trip up to the Catskills for some museum-going. D drove in Manhattan, I managed not to cover my eyes the entire time and no one died. We also really wanted to make it to the Whitney for the Yayoi Kusama exhibit but were defeated by the line snaking around the block. This gave me the perfect opening to slip in a trip to the Natural History Museum, which I'd never been to before. I may run with a crowd of art lovers, but a few dioramas can be the perfect palate cleanser.

We wrapped up our trip with a missed flight. My first ever. We showed up at Newark just in time to board only to realize that our flight was leaving from JFK. So romantic comedy-esque! I considered divorcing Dustin, but couldn't convince myself that it was really his fault, seeing as we both had copies of the itinerary. One very expensive cab ride later, we made it on another flight on standby and boarded just in time to sit on the runway for 1.5 hours. I'm about 90% sure that all this was a sign that we're supposed to stay in New York forever.

A partial list of notables:
The Met (always)
The New Museum
The Natural History Museum
Running in Central Park (I always bring my running shoes on vacation and then sleep in instead. This time we slept in AND went running, which is clearly the solution, even though it meant our days started at noon)
Momofuku Noodle Bar and Momofuku Milk Bar IN ONE NIGHT(I may never recover)
Lots of pizza
Chinese take out
Brooklyn Flea followed by Brooklyn drinking and rambling
Mai tais and painkillers at PKNY (thank you, kidchamp)
Pickle martinis at The Penrose
Shake Shack (where I perversely ordered a hot dog)
Monument Lane in the West Village
Not-particularly-Cambodian but very delicious sandwiches at Num Pang
Tacos worth eating in NYC! (as a snobby southern californian, this was mind blowing. I've never before bothered trying to get mexican food on the east coast, but Fonda Nolita KILLS IT)
Paletas on the highline (I know how much it annoys people, but we walked the whole thing and it was awesome)
A new haircut for D at MANETAMED (caps theirs, not mine, but it deserves enthusiasm)
Window shopping in Nolita
Cafe con leche from Cafe Habana (twice)

And outside of the city: (If you opt for a rental car, I recommend going in this order and taking Google maps route 2 on the way home. The 9S was gorgeous)

Storm King Art Center
Poppy's (in Beacon) - such good burgers
Dia: Beacon