NYComa

If you're here for an Oscars recap you're in the wrong place, but I think most of you probably know that.

My flight didn't get back until 11:15 last night which was fine until I came to find out that my luggage decided it wanted to spend the night in Philadelphia (where my connecting flight was). Supposedly it will make it's appearance in Florida today but I've seen Meet the Parents and I know what I could be in for. So, shout out to US Air for that little treat.

I really can't complain though, my weekend was seriously worth every ounce of exhaustion I feel this morning. And also worth the 4 days, or so, of this hungover feeling I've got going on right now. I like to think these are all just great reminders that I did my vacation proud.

Ok, blab blab blab. I will now attempt to show you as much of my NYC weekend in photos, though I've got to be honest and admit that there aren't many photos of us at night. Mostly because by that point we had a little too much Fireball whiskey and working our phones proved to be a difficult task.

This song was the anthem of our trip thanks to Sephora blaring it and getting it stuck in our heads.

Friday after we got settled in our hotel room we set out to the brewery to grab some lunch and bevys. I tipped a few heavy drinks back during this because I made a promise to go ice skating and I don't ice skate.

Check the chick on the ground behind me. Safe to say I'm shocked that's not me.

Kelly had a much better time skating than I did. Luckily I brought some Fireball in my purse which helped me feel a little better about my horrible lack of coordination, balance and grace. Let's just say I wont be making it to the winter olympics next year.

I like furry things on my head.

I felt like a black bear.

Saturday I didn't get to take all that many pictures thanks to Mother Nature. It literally rained all. day. long. I had to purchase a $3 umbrella and I'm still not even positive that it actually provided any shield from said rain. Hallelujah for sangria.

And because I have the appetite of a toddler, my pigs and a blanket lunch gets to be featured here.

It's tough being this fancy.

Panoramic view of our room while we did a little pregaming before our Saturday night bar hopping extravaganza.

Sunday was... rough waking up. To say the very, very, veryvery least. Shout out to bar hoping around Times Square that never seemed to close for that one.

Once we got up and moving we made it to one of my favorite brunch spots for unlimited mimosas. And maybe a shot or two... 

We hung out there until it was time to make our way to the airport. Sad sad.

To say I wasn't ready to leave NYC would be a massive understatement. I'm in total NYComa today and I feel like I should spend most of this week searching for a job there so I can move. Yes, I'm serious.


Also, while browsing all of my photos for this post I realized that I have issues smiling for photos.
This face is really attractive.

And that's all I've got for you today.
I'm going to go plot my move to NYC now... let me know if any of you New Yorkers need a housekeeper or something. Maybe a dog walker or a friend to drink wine with?




PS. SUPER SUPER HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY PRINCESS PANTS, BROOKIE.