Weekend By The Hour

Weekend update posts kind of annoy me.
 
I mean, yes Blogging is somewhat of a selfish hobby to begin with thinking that everyone should be interested every time you eat frozen yogurt or attempt a new DIY project, but let's be serious - my life isn't really all that exciting all the time.
 
So posts about my weekend tend to turn into more of a chore.
 
Partly because I'm usually still nursing bruised shins and a half dead liver with a gallon of yellow Gatorade and bottle of Advil, but also because it just takes effort to remember and recap all of the things I did for two days.
 
So when Erin decided to tell us to document our day through pictures I jumped right on top of it.
 
 
Pictures are easy. Effortless. Fun.
They require minimal words to get the point across which I love.
Which also doesn't make sense because I'm a "blogger" and that's what we do, we write words. A lot of them.
But not today my friends. Today you're just getting a "Photo Journal" of my weekend.
Enjoy. It truly is fascinating.
 
Friday night
Fair Isle leggings, a cozy blanket, and The Grinch equals true happiness.
 
 
8:00am
Way too early to be awake let alone sitting on the bus
heading to go babysit an infant.
 
 
9:00am
Playing with the little lady's adorable toys because
everyone's still a kid at heart, right?
 
 
10:00am
Taking a little stroll along Central Park on a drizzly and gloomy day.
 
 
11:00am
Harry Potter marathon while the little bit napped.
 
 
2:00pm
A trip to Home Goods because my inner Martha Stewart just won't subside.
 
 
3:00pm
Spotted this badass bulldog who was apparently way too cool
to do such a mundane thing as walk.
 
 
4:00pm
Heading back home to the quaint row of Brownstones right along Central Park West.
I will own one someday.
 
 
5:00pm
Showered all the icky baby spit up down the drain.
 
 
7:00pm
Dinner at Rosa Mexicana and shots of tequila. It took every ounce of my moral being 
not to stuff this little babe of a shot glass into my Longchamp.
 
 
9:00pm
A little wine pregame to prepare to do the exact opposite of what that label says.
 
 
10:00pm
All dressed up ready to take on the city...and quite a few beers.
 
 
The next morning 
Death by hangover turned into pro camouflaging.
And that's exactly where I stayed until the Giants game.