Quiet weekends

Last night, my brother, his girlfriend and I went to Convivio for dinner (I really want to use the cool hyperlinking function but somehow that is not working on my Safari internet browser and I don't know how to fix this so I will let you google the restaurant yourself, if you are so inclined). The restaurant is tucked away in Tudor City, which makes it untucked away for me, since I live in Tudor City now. The two-minute walk there is magical (perhaps only to me, because I'm new to the area), but you get to walk over a bridge, glide past a park, and gaze out at the United Nations building and the East River, all on your way to dinner.

Dinner itself is delicious. I had the spicy salami as a starter, and man was that delicious. I sometimes forget how tasty things like bacon, salami, ham etc. are -- and I hereby resolve to eat more of them. Yes, I know they're bad for my health and I haven't joined a gym yet this year (and it's almost June) but . . . resolutions are for the second half of the year, so I have about a week left to be a pig (or at least eat one). I had a duck sausage in pasta for dinner -- also delicious.

We sat outside because I love gazing out at Tudor City Park. It's small, leafy and . . . I like to think that it's mine, even though really it's a public park and anyone can access it. But, it's round the corner from me, and way way way round the corner from most everybody else, so I'll claim ownership, quietly.

I woke up early this morning: the plan was to put on rowdy music, get dressed quickly, scarf down cereal, and run off to look at beds. Because the guest bedroom needs a bed. Specifically, arriving guests need a bed in the guest bedroom. Instead, I realized that I had watched Part 2 of the two-part Grey's Anatomy finale, so I caught up on Part 1, then decided I had to see whether I would like Part 2 more now having seen Part 1, so I re-watched Part 2 (didn't love it more, might have loved it a bit less), then watched Modern Family, realized I had missed two episodes, so watched the penultimate one, too (I have this habit of going backwards on hulu.com, something I need to fix) and now I'm blogging.

It being 1130am now. BUT: I'm going to publish this post, and then I'm going to "put on rowdy music, get dressed quickly, scarf down cereal, and run off to look at beds."