I’ve definitely been off my Leopard game, but I did have some spicy tequila cocktails this weekend at The Up & Up that all should try when in need of some swanky $15 cocktails in Greenwich Village.
Shit happens, and suddenly one day it’s 46 degrees and sunny out until Mother Nature is all like naaa girl, you ain’t even know what’s coming. Then I wake up, it’s 18 degrees, and I can’t breathe because the heat in my building (which I cannot control) is on full blast and my mouth is so dry I feel like I ate an entire cotton field. Or a container of cinnamon, IDK.
If Immaculate Infatuation says it’s a go, than you don’t need brainpower or reassurance to confirm any doubts. You just go for the #eeeeeats and triple dip your crunchy fresh, homemade chips in a stunning batch of guac and some salsas (smoked cashew? Cute breath, but yes) at Empellon Taqueria and call it a night.
By the time I finally make the executive decision to crawl out of bed, it’s somehow Sunday evening and than Monday and than…WTF, I’m having my morning espresso, dark circles creeping under leftover mascara smudge, and bun high on my head to blend right in at the gym full of Lululemon-heads with biceps bigger than my