Marcela channeling Margeeka

Oh, I guess I kinda forgot to tell you guys… I went to NYC this past weekend to surprise my favorite (only) sister Daniela.

I’m kinda sad because I only took 13 pictures, none of which were of Pete who was the ultimate guide on the streets of NY, but who also forced me to drink a Jalapeño infused tequila shot my first night there.

Highlights:

Burlesque show at The Slipper Room where the MC was dressed as a cowboy with a blacked-out tooth. He did some lasso work in between sets.

Burger Fondue at Fat Hippo.

Laying out in the sun with Pete on the Great Lawn.

Hipster-watching in Williamsburg.

Best.Fried.Chicken.Ever. at Mad For Chicken. This is where we went for dinner on the day I was hungover. I was like “You guys, I dunno if I can eat… do they serve white rice?” The chicken came to the table and Pete and I both bit into our first pieces at the same time. We looked at each other and we each had this look of ecstasy on our faces. Talk about comfort food.

Karaoke at Sing Sing. We were trying to figure out our next move after our plans to catch a Xylopholks show fell through and Pete got a txt from a co-worker urging him to join her at Sing Sing. We showed up and the room they’d rented was completely packed. We stuck around for a few songs; long enough to embarrass Daniela by calling attention to her when a Celine Dion song came on (srsly, you guys… she does look a bit like Celine). Also, a completely obliterated sugar trader (not a euphemism, that was his profession), not noticing my understated wedding band, hit on me and touched my hair saying it felt like silk.

Laying in Daniela’s bed, watching the season premier of Mad Men as my mom drifted off to sleep next to me.