Weekly Missive 1.28
How do you have an outer space party? You planet.
Another really lovely week has passed. There was plenty of work, glamorous and arduous, but peace too and time to hobby and play. I hope that was true for you also. Here are some highlights from the last full week of January:
Hobbying: I made a couple of candles as a birthday gift for a friend. They’re oud and rose scented, potted in a surprisingly expensive-looking holder from the Dollar General.
Dating: Big week! I’m looking forward to a quieter one next, but here are just a few highlights from a packed one:
I did another afternoon tea at Lady Mendl in Union Square with a treasured coworker, then free Fridays at the Whitney Museum. I wasn’t stupefied by the collection, but the view from the balcony was wonderful.
Roy and I took half an edible each and went to see the NASA exhibit at Hall de Lumieres. Whoa. We finished with some tacos and topos at Tacos #1.
Pet nats and a PERFECT pistachio mortadella panino at Bar Birba on a double date
15th birthday party for the Raines Law Room at the Chelsea Hotel
Burns Night at The McKittrick Hotel. The event was beautiful. The performers brought the best of Robert Burns’ poetry to life through music and song. They also had a contemporary poet converse with his more problematic work. Everyone looks so beautiful by taper candlelight and the absurdity and silliness engendered perfect camaraderie. There was haggis, U2, plaid, and, of course, a singalong to Auld Lang Syne.
Sweating: During water aerobics, the instructor accused me of being a swimmer!
Buying: Not too much, actually. My coworker came into work with the most beautiful curls so I immediately placed an order for the heatless curl contraption she used. I also bought a 40 lb bag of cat food.
Eating: Less. I scramble two eggs, some egg whites, EBTB seasoning in butter and add some crumbled feta and fresh parsley to the top.
Drinking: Lyre’s whiskey mixed into a paper plane. I admit to partaking in the scotch tastings for Burns night. This Glenfiddich 14 Year Bourbon Barrel Reserve was delightful. At $80, I’ll definitely be adding it to the bar in March.
Reading: Up on the history of Old Overholt for work. I’m absolutely honored to steward the future of historic brands like these.
Watching: The reunion of RHOSLC was… very loud. Monica is a jerk, but I did appreciate “I can be the villain of your story but you’re the clowns of mine.”
Listening: I just finished this audiobook about the New York dining scene. It was funny at times and shocking at others, but myopic and a bit self-aggrandizing throughout. I wouldn’t love being stuck in an elevator with the author.
Ruminating on: This beautiful 1792 poem by Robert Burns, which I recite in a shrill Scottish accent to every audience I can gather.
There Was Twa Wives
There was twa wives, and twa witty wives,
As e'er play'd houghmagandie,
And they coost oot, upon a time,
Out o'er a drink o brandy;
Up Maggie rose, and forth she goes,
And she leaves auld Mary flytin,
And she farted by the byre-en'
For she was gaun a shiten.
She farted by the byre-en',
She farted by the stable;
And thick and nimble were her steps
As fast as she was able:
Till at yon dyke-back the hurly brak,
But raxin for some dockins,
The beans and pease cam down her thighs,
And she cackit a' her stockins.
Cat: They went for the wedding gift we gave to our friends.
