A Mundane Monday Post
This past week felt like a blur, deadlines on deadlines, work on top of work, and counting down the days until the weekend finally arrived. By Friday afternoon, I managed to wrap up a few things, and once evening hit, my husband and I went to our usual sushi spot to officially close the work week. Simple, familiar, and exactly what we needed.
Saturday kicked off with a nail appointment, a delayed birthday task I never got around to, but one I was determined to check off. That night was my second birthday celebration, this time with friends, and we went to one of my favorite spots: Tavern on the Green. It’s classic, old-school, and effortlessly beautiful. Between the food, the setting, and being right by Central Park, it always feels a little magical.
After dinner, we headed to a lounge in the Columbus Circle mall, the one on the fourth floor with the big double doors and views of the circle and the park. The music was good, the drinks were fun, and the energy was exactly where it needed to be. From there, we made our way uptown to Bemelmans. Normally I pop in, gauge the scene, and decide quickly, but this time we were stopped at the door and told to wait. Turns out last call was in ten minutes anyway, so we didn’t even bother, packed or not, it wasn’t happening.
Instead, we headed to The Mark Hotel. The restaurant bar was closing, which was fair considering how late it was, but the lounge area was still open and honestly perfect. We stayed there for a while, had a few more drinks, and slowly people started heading home until only three of us were left.
We made one final stop at a more low-key neighborhood bar, less glam, more local, really good drinks, and exactly the vibe we needed to end the night. Chill, comfortable, and unpretentious. Eventually, we Ubered home.
Sunday was strictly for recovery. I didn’t fully realize how long we’d been out, or how many martinis and spritzes were involved, until my body made it very clear. We ordered everything: breakfast sandwiches, Domino’s, ramen. The ramen, specifically, saved me. It was the reset my stomach desperately needed.
Later that night, I managed to get a bit of work done, but honestly, the week itself is kind of a blur. It was just work, work, work. The real highlight was my birthday night with the girls, as always, they made me feel so loved and celebrated. They even stayed out later than usual, which I appreciated more than they probably know. It brought me back to our college days — not because I want to live that life again, but because it was fun to revisit that version of us for one night.
All in all, it was a really special weekend one I didn’t know I needed as much as I did.