The Heat Broke
Oh thank the heavens! The heat has broken. I was getting stabby in the 38 degree weather. Look, I like warm weather, but when it is 32 degrees at 10 in the evening, I am going to get a little Kanye in LAX.
It is Sunday afternoon and we are watching Formula 1. I just got back from a walk with the Kid. We walked to Stumpergasse to take a look at a friend's husband's new barber shop. It looks amazing from the outside. If you are looking for old school male hair care, this place is perfect!!! Check out the site here: http://www.gillerundco.com/
This has been a busy social weekend. So let's start with Friday afternoon. I ran home and washed my face and put on my spackle because I had to record a video of myself for something I am applying for. More details on that once I hear more. I did the video in one take because I hate over analyzing myself... and I am quite happy going through life not seeing pictures or videos of myself because I can convince myself I look like Sofia Vergara.
I then washed off all the spackle and then put on lighter make up and got changed and then headed to a friend's place. She lives in the neighbourhood and we had a drink and melted in the heat. I had decided last minute to join her at a Quebecois meet and greet for a quick drink. Do I speak French? Non. I can understand most of it... badly. We headed to Naschmarkt and I ordered a mojito and I was that asshole who crashed a Francophone get together. I realized that I was slowing down the conversation with my incessant "Scusi?" or should have I been saying "Pardon?" Ugh. I am a jerk. So I said adieu and ran off to my next meet up.
I showed up at Flatschers and looked for my friends. I said to the waiter that there was a reservation under a certain name and he was like "No. Don't think there is." and I had a mini panic that I had ended up at the wrong place. But he kindly checked the computer and said that I was in the wrong Flatschers and had to head 50 meters down the street to the Flatschers Bistro. It is awesome, by the way!!!! Inside is lovely and they have a lovely courtyard in the back. I ordered a cheeseburger with frites and a Lillet spritzer and it was great to hang out with my friends, enjoying a fine meal. (Quick sidenote: one friend, when I mentioned something in my life was like "Don't tell me! I haven't read your latest post yet! " And I suddenly realized: I'm a spoiler. AMAZING!) (Another sidenote: this was a good bye to a friend dinner and that was sad and she totally needs to stay in Vienna.) We decided to share a dessert platter which was in retrospect a dumbass idea because we were already so so full. The desserts were incredible, however. I will be back and next time I will wear my stretchier pants. After dinner we decided to walk off all the food and ended up stopping at der Fuchs und die Trauben for a nightcap. And yes, I have a problem. I am addicted to this place.
I decided to walk home and dream a dream of getting the thing I am applying to and also to finally hearing back from a literary agent. I have sent off 6 applications and just the other day I received the "So, ya, we are going to pass." which, while I understand is completely normal, it still hurts. I am handling it well besides keeping the e-mail and making sure I write them later when I become a famous writer. Call it the J.K. Rowling move. Why yes! I am petty! I made it home and peeled off my clothes and crawled into bed with cheeseburgers and apple tarts doing kickboxing in my stomach. Saturday morning was cloudy and muggy and I spent an hour obsessively checking different weather forecasts for when the storm was expected to hit, while saying "Yo, yo, yo, where my storm at?!" I got dressed and headed to Mariahilferstrasse because I had finally decided buy myself a new camera. I walked into Saturn and headed to the camera section, called a guy over and said "I'll take that one." I had done no research but it looked cute, it was within my budget and they had it in pink. I am also a little obsessed with it. It has all these funky functions that I have been playing with so get ready for a lot of crappy pictures of buildings and stuff. I made this yesterday. I am very proud. It is amazing, right!?!
In the evening I headed out again because my oldest and one of my dearest friends was in town and her sister just had a baby and new babies are so EXCITING! We met at, you guessed it, der Fuchs und die Trauben (I really really need an adult) and we had a couple of hours to chat and catch up. I hope to head to Barcelona in August for a weekend to see her so that we can catch up some more. After filling up with gyoza (and I accidentally wrote: feeling up... which would have worked to because I have a problem), I had to run and meet a couple of friends for a nightcap. The plans changed last minute and I ended up meeting them at Cafe Engländer which was a pleasant surprise. I LOVE THIS PLACE! It is an institution in Vienna and there are definitely some eccentrics and I am going to go ahead and put myself in that box. We gabbed, I ordered some Sacher Torte and we drank Sauvignon Blanc and it was a great end to the evening. Also, the storm arrived and the temperature dropped and I felt reborn. For real. I walked home in the rain, grateful for my friends and my life and everything. Maybe that was the wine talking.
It has been a crazy few weeks of evenings out. I will be slowing down a little in August. If I go out more than once a week (which has been the case recently), I make sure that I come home first at least one of those times and help the Kid get ready for bed before heading out. Quality time with the Kid trumps quantity and I am definitely more fun in shorter spurts. Heh. This week the Kid is off. There is a rule at public kindergartens that kids have to have at least 4 weeks off during the year. When I was told this I was like "What does he need a break from? Kindergarten isn't a job. He's not an accountant!" Also, with daycares being petri dishes of biohazards, he has easily already been off 4 weeks already but apparently that doesn't count. The Husband is taking the week off and the Nanny will come in the afternoons. Tomorrow evening we are meeting friends for a bday celebration at Frascati's. And then Tuesday I have the photoshoot and I am totally freaking out about that. And then on Thursday, we are off to Rome. OMG!
I wish you all an awesome rest of the Sunday. I will be going to water my friend's plants soon and to do unspeakable things to her apartment. Pictures might happen. Might not. Happy Sunday!
It is Sunday afternoon and we are watching Formula 1. I just got back from a walk with the Kid. We walked to Stumpergasse to take a look at a friend's husband's new barber shop. It looks amazing from the outside. If you are looking for old school male hair care, this place is perfect!!! Check out the site here: http://www.gillerundco.com/
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This has been a busy social weekend. So let's start with Friday afternoon. I ran home and washed my face and put on my spackle because I had to record a video of myself for something I am applying for. More details on that once I hear more. I did the video in one take because I hate over analyzing myself... and I am quite happy going through life not seeing pictures or videos of myself because I can convince myself I look like Sofia Vergara.
I then washed off all the spackle and then put on lighter make up and got changed and then headed to a friend's place. She lives in the neighbourhood and we had a drink and melted in the heat. I had decided last minute to join her at a Quebecois meet and greet for a quick drink. Do I speak French? Non. I can understand most of it... badly. We headed to Naschmarkt and I ordered a mojito and I was that asshole who crashed a Francophone get together. I realized that I was slowing down the conversation with my incessant "Scusi?" or should have I been saying "Pardon?" Ugh. I am a jerk. So I said adieu and ran off to my next meet up.
I showed up at Flatschers and looked for my friends. I said to the waiter that there was a reservation under a certain name and he was like "No. Don't think there is." and I had a mini panic that I had ended up at the wrong place. But he kindly checked the computer and said that I was in the wrong Flatschers and had to head 50 meters down the street to the Flatschers Bistro. It is awesome, by the way!!!! Inside is lovely and they have a lovely courtyard in the back. I ordered a cheeseburger with frites and a Lillet spritzer and it was great to hang out with my friends, enjoying a fine meal. (Quick sidenote: one friend, when I mentioned something in my life was like "Don't tell me! I haven't read your latest post yet! " And I suddenly realized: I'm a spoiler. AMAZING!) (Another sidenote: this was a good bye to a friend dinner and that was sad and she totally needs to stay in Vienna.) We decided to share a dessert platter which was in retrospect a dumbass idea because we were already so so full. The desserts were incredible, however. I will be back and next time I will wear my stretchier pants. After dinner we decided to walk off all the food and ended up stopping at der Fuchs und die Trauben for a nightcap. And yes, I have a problem. I am addicted to this place.
I decided to walk home and dream a dream of getting the thing I am applying to and also to finally hearing back from a literary agent. I have sent off 6 applications and just the other day I received the "So, ya, we are going to pass." which, while I understand is completely normal, it still hurts. I am handling it well besides keeping the e-mail and making sure I write them later when I become a famous writer. Call it the J.K. Rowling move. Why yes! I am petty! I made it home and peeled off my clothes and crawled into bed with cheeseburgers and apple tarts doing kickboxing in my stomach. Saturday morning was cloudy and muggy and I spent an hour obsessively checking different weather forecasts for when the storm was expected to hit, while saying "Yo, yo, yo, where my storm at?!" I got dressed and headed to Mariahilferstrasse because I had finally decided buy myself a new camera. I walked into Saturn and headed to the camera section, called a guy over and said "I'll take that one." I had done no research but it looked cute, it was within my budget and they had it in pink. I am also a little obsessed with it. It has all these funky functions that I have been playing with so get ready for a lot of crappy pictures of buildings and stuff. I made this yesterday. I am very proud. It is amazing, right!?!
In the evening I headed out again because my oldest and one of my dearest friends was in town and her sister just had a baby and new babies are so EXCITING! We met at, you guessed it, der Fuchs und die Trauben (I really really need an adult) and we had a couple of hours to chat and catch up. I hope to head to Barcelona in August for a weekend to see her so that we can catch up some more. After filling up with gyoza (and I accidentally wrote: feeling up... which would have worked to because I have a problem), I had to run and meet a couple of friends for a nightcap. The plans changed last minute and I ended up meeting them at Cafe Engländer which was a pleasant surprise. I LOVE THIS PLACE! It is an institution in Vienna and there are definitely some eccentrics and I am going to go ahead and put myself in that box. We gabbed, I ordered some Sacher Torte and we drank Sauvignon Blanc and it was a great end to the evening. Also, the storm arrived and the temperature dropped and I felt reborn. For real. I walked home in the rain, grateful for my friends and my life and everything. Maybe that was the wine talking.
It has been a crazy few weeks of evenings out. I will be slowing down a little in August. If I go out more than once a week (which has been the case recently), I make sure that I come home first at least one of those times and help the Kid get ready for bed before heading out. Quality time with the Kid trumps quantity and I am definitely more fun in shorter spurts. Heh. This week the Kid is off. There is a rule at public kindergartens that kids have to have at least 4 weeks off during the year. When I was told this I was like "What does he need a break from? Kindergarten isn't a job. He's not an accountant!" Also, with daycares being petri dishes of biohazards, he has easily already been off 4 weeks already but apparently that doesn't count. The Husband is taking the week off and the Nanny will come in the afternoons. Tomorrow evening we are meeting friends for a bday celebration at Frascati's. And then Tuesday I have the photoshoot and I am totally freaking out about that. And then on Thursday, we are off to Rome. OMG!
I wish you all an awesome rest of the Sunday. I will be going to water my friend's plants soon and to do unspeakable things to her apartment. Pictures might happen. Might not. Happy Sunday!
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