Hello, friends! I am sorry I have been slacking a bit in the blogging department. I have been so busy planning for the wedding. But don’t worry it will get better.
I wanted to give you a super exciting update about what I have been up to — but now that I look back at the pictures, I realized they are mostly just photos of food.
But I am sharing them anyway.
I went to The Hamptons (Montauk) for the first time ever this weekend. It was a blast! I also learned a few things:
- The Hamptons are not in New Jersey — they are on Long Island (who knew??)
- Don’t go to Montauk during the Montauk Music Festival. There are way too many subpar singers with acoustic guitars per square mile
- Breakfast food in The Hamptons is second to none.
- From what I saw, The Hamptons are drop dead gorgeous — but they don’t compare to the Outer Banks. All my Southern ladies say, “yay!”
Also, you might be wondering why this picture of a flower shop represents The Hamptons. Wellll, I kind of forgot to take a photo of the water. My bad — next time.
This dog came to my office and it was basically the greatest day ever. I think all offices should allow dogs at work. Not cats, though. Cats are known to lower company moral. True story, y’all.
One of my favorite things in the world is bread. I consider myself a bit of a bread connoisseur, actually. One of my favorite types of bread is the garlic knot. My fiance brought me an entire bowl of them to eat all by myself. He is the greatest.
One of the stylists at work sent me these flowers as a thank you! They made my office smell like paradise and happiness.
Here is a photo of my block in the rain. You know how in the tropics there is a rainy season and every day it rains and it is the worst thing ever? Well that happens in New York, too. It rains in this city, like, every day in the Spring. The good news is that I now have an excuse to wear my rad rain boots every day. The bad news is that rain in NYC is really foul and it creates these things called “sludge puddles”. These puddles are full of toxic waste and they never ever dry up — even in July when it is about 200 degrees in Manhattan. One time, I accidentally stepped in a sludge puddle. Which means my feet may or may not have radiation poisoning.
I made this. So proud.
What have you been up to?
