Okay this NYC blog is really turning into a carbon copy of MaddieStuDiesAbroad, but it would be rude of me not to write about my parents coming to town. They are, after all, my #1 fans. In fact, while they were here, they told their friends about my blog and made them read it while we were all on the train. So lucky to have them :’) I hope you enjoy the above collection of selfies my dad attempted to take while in town.
Debbie and Lee were only in town for 26 hours, but that was still one of the most exciting weekends I’ve had since moving here. Probably because I spend most weekends sleeping and running errands, and also because it was Labor Day weekend so I had five days off of work (the office was closed on Friday and Monday, then I took Tuesday off).
When they got to town, I met them at Color Factory, an instagram trap “interactive art exhibit” where we, ya know, took a bunch of not-very-cute pictures and a few kind of cute pictures. Then we walked over to The Dutch for dinner, where I had some surprisingly good fried chicken and a $19 cocktail because why do my parents visit me if not to pay for things I would probably still never order on my own?
On Tuesday morning, my dad came over to see my apartment for the first time and to drop off the winter coats I couldn’t fit in my suitcase when I moved + six army green jackets my mom thought I needed (she was right). I love when other people carry things up my stairs so I don’t have to do it myself.
Sadly, it was too hot to wear any of these jackets when we went to die in the heat at the U.S. Open. Our seats were in the direct sunlight, but my mom, an icon, asked one of the security guys if we could steal some other seats in the shade until someone else showed up to claim them. He said yes because of course he did.
After watching Anastasia Sevastova beat Sloane Stephens and half of a match between Isner and Del Potro, we somehow snuck into the VIP restaurant for lunch. And by “somehow snuck in” I mean, my dad went in behind a crowd, then called me to say they were checking for VIP badges, and I just walked in with no problem. They knew I was supposed to be a VIP. Probably because Debbie and I were on TV a few minutes before, looking very annoyed, so they thought we were important (we are).
see, there we are, looking disappointed
I drank my Instagrammable Honey Deuce (the ~official Grey Goose cocktail of the US Open~), then we headed back to Manhattan because it was too. frickin. hot. we had a dinner reservation to make. This reminds me, my US Open cup is still in one of my purses. It’s probably gross by now, seeing as it’s been almost two weeks and I haven’t washed it, oh well.
AaaAAaAnyway. We finished off the weekend (I know Monday and Tuesday aren’t the weekend, whatever) with dinner at Ilili, a Lebanese-ish restaurant I looooooove, then my parents abandoned me once more. Unsure if those 26 hours in the city were enough for me to prove to them that I’m a real, independent (HAHAHA JK) adult now. Probably not if all I can write about them is how great all the meals they paid for were. Whoops.