Hey babes and beaus! Did you miss me? I’ve been on a much needed hiatus from the blog to get things in order in my life. I told y’all I was doing some spring cleaning. 😉
And now I’m glad to be back. I didn’t know how to jump in exactly, so I figured a girls trip would be the perfect place.
I recently went to NYC with a group of girlfriends for our friend Tiffany’s 30th birthday. To say the least, it was lit. While traveling with your S/O can be super fun and romantic, girls trips are always a guaranteed good time. Plus, when you get a group of women together, it’s like traveling with CVS Pharmacy. Your heel broke? Someone has an extra pair. Motion sickness? Dramamine in my purse. Unexpectedly started your period? There’s a box of tampons in someone’s suitcase. Forgot your eyelash glue? Sis. We got you covered.
We landed Thursday night around 11 and were welcomed by a taxi driver trying to finesse us for an Uber rate in a little van that we didn’t stand a chance of getting our luggage into. There were five of us. We got an UberXL instead. Made it to the ‘telly in the Upper East Side, and went looking for food. We walked in circles for about 30 minutes before making it to a Korean BBQ spot a block away from the hotel. I got the lumpcrab and fried rice in a flaming bowl. It was hot and it was good. That was about all we had the energy for.
Friday, we did all the things. We walked to Ess-a-bagel and ate. Walked across the street to get snacks and juice. We did Top of the Rock at the Rockefeller Center. We did Times Square. We switched hotels. We showered. We did a boat cruise on the Hudson at the Chelsea Pier, which was spectacular. We almost got kicked off the boat for singing too loudly. Free wine. We went to a bowling alley to use the bathroom. Then we went to the Meatball Shop and sang Pretty Girl Rock at obnoxious decibel levels with the group at the table next to us. We went to Pianos and danced on stage. We left and ran into the comedian Lil Rel on the street. He hung out with us for the rest of the night. We walked to Mr. Purple for a rooftop party. They weren’t letting anyone else in. Lil Rel got us in. Thanks, Milton. He stressed that his name was Milton. We left. We met some Belgians on the street. They sang happy birthday to Tiffany in French. They also sang Migos, because they were trying to relate to us. It didn’t go over well. We went back to the hotel. Like I said, we did all the things.
Saturday we did Brooklyn. We took 472 pictures in the super cute shirts that Tiff made for us. Then we had brunch at Peaches in Bedstuy. I had a bellini, catfish and grits, and granola french toast. It sounds excessive, but when you’re in a group that large you don’t know how long it will be before you get a chance to eat again. Plus we were doing lots of walking in the scorching heat. Speaking of walking in the heat, we did the Brooklyn bridge. Once we got past the bikers trying to run us over and wiped the rolling sweat off our faces, it was beautiful. And so hot. So half of us went back to the hotel while the other half went on an ice cream excursion. Later, we said goodbye to the twins (they are not girls, but finesse) and got ready to go out. We went to 333 ( a reggae spot) and also Sweet Chick ( my fav comfort food spot in NYC). I don’t have a single picture from this because I was chasing shots of Don Julio with tequila sunrises at 333. That was followed by another series of shots of Cognac on the house at Sweet Chick. And while I appreciate free drinks, who in the hell does shots of cognac!?
Sunday was cold. And misty. We did DUMBO, the flea market, Juliana’s pizza, Junior’s cheesecake (it was not my cup of tea), the 911 Memorial, and Oculus.
Monday, some of the girls went shopping while some of us (in my room lol) slept in and checked out. We went and ate at Ivan Ramen, walked around a little bit, then headed back to the hotel to get our luggage. We gave our hugs, then we went our separate ways and took our tired butts back home.
I’m already ready for the next trip. NYC never owes me a single thing.