Sometimes being a grown up is exhausting and monotonous. Happy hour can’t come soon enough. Lately, I have been feeling guilty about running on empty. Feeling like I should be staying home more. Staying in to sleep, organize my closet/bedroom/thing, and clean the dishes that my roommate and I have been having a starring contest with for a week. But recently I was at a party with my coworker, telling her about this odd guilt I have been having, she looked me dead in the eye and told me, “Carpe Diem Molly!” Seize the day. It was half a joke, but you know what, that biatch is right.
This past Saturday I found myself getting in a little late (or early, rather). A game of beer pong turned into a spanish speaking only cab ride down to meatpacking turned into eating a leftover a Katz’s Deli chopped liver sandwich while dancing to Chris Brown in a Mexican sun dress (what both my roommate and I wear to sleep in, sexy, we know). Enough said.
Obviously we were late getting to bed, but God help me if we were not going to enjoy the next day. A rule to live by: if you can’t be productive the next day, you’ve had too much. Or if you did have too much, learn to fight through it. There is nothing worse than wasting a beautiful Sunday in the city (Post on weekending the city to come, stay tuned).
SO, what does one wear when moderately hungover on a Sunday in the city? Obviously it depends on the schedule of events, but if it is nothing overtly specific it is good to have a go to summer weekend getup to bounce around in. This is me in mine during a sneak gram attack. I was also trying out my camera.
I have never been one to sleep in late. I actually hate it. I can totally get my act together on little sleep with severe dehydration. My remedy: A diet gingerale followed by a large iced coffee followed by protein in the form of a large brunch. DO NOT MESS THIS ORDER UP. You will regret it.
The key to dressing for a Sunday in the city is comfort. While I do like my heels and skirts, summer in Manhattan can become a bit unpredictable (aka, you may or may not be climbing rocks in Central Park, so be prepared). Also, I always need a jacket. Who knows where you will be brunching and if it has patio seating or not. This blazer is my new best friend. I bought her on SALE at The Reformation (birthplace of all of my favorite pieces/everything I own). I also am wearing my over-sized denim diaper – 10 bucks at a vintage place in the East Village - until the leaves are on the ground. Love the cutoffs. Also, do not forget the sunglasses. Key to hiding the leftover mascara you were too lazy to take off and the unavoidable bags under your eyes. KEY.
All and all, anything over-sized goes. You should try it. Moral of the post: Get your butt out of your dump of an apartment, dress in something obnoxiously too big, and go to a crappy street fair that smells like weird meat and sells used baseball caps. The city is amazing and to miss a beautiful day is a sin, A SIN I TELL YOU!