The anticipation of impending guests is one of my favorite build ups to the weekend. The day before is a whirlwind, cleaning, laundry, shifting my studio apartment to accommodate two other people, but the kind of whirlwind I love. When I realized Lydia and Grant's visits would overlap, I immediately got to work crafting my ideal itinerary.
Grant's bus from Boston got in early, so he and Ruby had a catch up before I joined them for dinner at our beloved Rosemary's. G and I then did what we do best, saw a movie, demolished some theater popcorn, and helped explain essential plot points the other missed (i.e. me during all of Bladerunner.)
Lydia got in late Thursday evening, necessitating bagels Friday morning. It was a dream to be able to walk my new neighborhood with two of my favorites. Somehow I coerced them into grocery shopping for me and we piled into a car back to my place, reusable bags in tow.
There truly is no weekend without paying a visit to Ruby at Three Lives. The F was running, the sun was shining, and the entrance to Three Lives was crowded by the shooting of the newest Woody Allen film. Grant and Lydia were a bit more delighted than I was. We walked and eventually made our way back to Brooklyn for a little siesta. That night, we enjoyed a Brooklyn Nets game with Ben and Jerry's from the bodega for dessert: perfection.
On Saturday morning, we made the worthwhile trek to Greenpoint for Lydi and G to get a taste of my favorite coffee shop in New York, Maman. We met up with Elle, walked to Williamsburg, and did some shopping. Even Grant found something at L Train Vintage. And we also discovered a new neighborhood favorite for Mexican food (vegan menu included.)
The day ended with a last minute furniture hunt (success) and the evergreen order of Smiling Pizza. Throw in some dear friends, Bananagrams, and Drake on the turntable and I was one happy girl. Thanks Lydi and G for the best weekend.