Cliche

It's Friday night. You're single. You live alone in NYC and have no plans for the evening. You wish you had money to blow on Manolos. You're home on a Friday night. What do you do?

You watch this:




After the movie (I can't tell you how much I adore Charlotte's reaction after Carrie beats Big over the head with her bouquet) I slept OK last night. I kept waking up every few hours but always fell back to sleep.

Every time I woke up I put on some DiscoveryHealth thing I had on my DVR. I'm creepily obsessed with shows about hoarding lately. Part of me thinks it's to make myself feel better about all the crap I have stuffed into 400 odd square feet so successfully.

I can't even imagine what it'd be like to live like that.

Then I woke up this morning - attacked the kitchen (the dishwasher's going now - cooking I love, cleaning up? not so much) and gobbled up some leftovers:



The other half of the frittata and yum, yum, BREAD!

I've gotta get dressed soon. I love going to the movies alone and early on the weekends. Reminds me of when I lived in Aspen and got off work at 3 PM with nothing to do. Of course I don't think I'll see Kevin Costner at the movies here but you never know. Last time I went to this theater I saw Anderson Cooper.

Is it weird that I wanted to tell him to tell his mom I used to love her jeans?

I totally did.

The plan today thus far is as follows:

Movie, gym, maybe some laundry, dinner hopefully with Jen and Diane.

Not a bad Saturday.

See you at lunchtime.