So Megan gave me the most genius idea this weekend via Twitter after I asked myself, err the Twitterverse, what the heck I should do with my weekend. I said something lame like "It's my last Saturday in NYC, as well as the first day of summer, and the longest day of the year, yet I have no idea what to do with myself." You know, just your typical annoying "I live in one of the greatest cities in the world and still come up empty handed on what to do with it sometimes" statement. What can I say, sometimes I need a little push. And that's exactly what Megan gave me.
Go so something you love, something completely out of the box, and something touristy. What a genius, that one. So that's exactly what I did.
First up was the "something I love". Which would be taking the 4 train up to the Bronx to sit my ass in the bleachers at Yankee Stadium and soak in all of the beautiful baseball butts. I'm not sure how I'm going to handle not being able to get myself there at the drop of a hat, anytime I want, come moving time, though. It's just so glorious.
Except for my parents and I ended up booking it out of there early to beat all the zoo-like pedestrian traffic because the Yankees were losing. Sure enough, as soon as we get home we realized Beltran hit a three run walk-off homer. 'Tis life. At least my belly was full of the most delicious nachos.
Saturday morning brought me my "something completely out of the box" which was chopping my hair off. Okay, not completely off, since the reaction I got from the man when texting him saying that was "Whhhhaaaaa? How much?!" But it was at least a solid six inches, which is quite a lot for this Long Hair Don't Care motto-following chick. But the idea just kind of came to me while blow drying my hair that morning.
I said to myself, "Self, what the hell are you doing spending 20 minutes of your day sweating buckets in this humid ass bathroom attempting to dry your hair when all you're going to do is sweat some more buckets as soon as you get outside and thus make it wet again?" So I put down the blow dryer, Googled some salons on Yelp, booked an appointment for the next hour, and walked myself down my block to let some stranger have her way with me. Heyyyooo, that's what she said.
And then I peed my pants during my entire walk from my apartment to the salon. And the entire time I was in the chair watching six inch strands fall helplessly to the floor. Anddd the entire time she was blowing it out only to realize it seemed to become even shorter.
But then I heard the owner guy tell my hairdresser lady that she did an amazing job with "this one" and I felt a bit better. So obviously I selfied that shit while walking back home. And my Ronald Weasley photobomber followed me the whole damn way.
But then on the way home I wanted to get my "something touristy" scratched off the list too. Because as soon as I have a list of tasks to do, I have to get it all done as soon as possible or else my world will obviously crumble down before my very eyes. Blame the Type A, not me.
So that brought me to Sprinkles.
Which, to you, probably just seems like any regular old cupcake shop. Except for it's not. Because this cupcake shop has a Cupcake ATM Machine outside of it on the street. So if you're walking home from the bar at 3am and really want a freaking cupcake, you can have yourself a freaking cupcake. If you're pregnant and it's late at night after all the shops have closed up and you say "Babe, I need a cupcake or else this baby is going to crawl out of me and ask you for one himself." and he says "There aren't any stores open this late, hang in there babe." you can now actually say "FALSE! Go to the Sprinkles Cupcake ATM now."
He may stop loving you as soon as you bark such orders, but you can still say it and have it be true. That is, if you live in New York City, of course. Maybe I shouldn't be moving? Nah, I definitely should just keep popping the BC. And checking out touristy areas that throw sweet treats at me.
And there we have it. My something loved, something out of the box, and something touristy. Try it in your own city sometime when you run out of ideas to do!