Is it Friday yet?

Didn’t go ice skating last night ‘cause it was cold and snowy, but Jacob and I did go to Cowgirl, a fun kind of honky tonk restaurant in the village where we had margaritas in boot shaped glasses. Haha. I am on a mission to taste every flavor of frozen margarita out there. Last night I had cherry and peach. Cherry was a little weird. My favorite still is the coconut margarita at Harry’s Burritos by my apartment. According to Jacob, Cowgirl is the only place in NYC where you can get a decent chicken fried steak. (He is a Texas transplant so he knows.) I don’t really get why one would want to fry steak, but maybe that’s ‘cause I’m a Yankee girl. My chicken quesadilla was good though.

Afterwards, we went to Art Bar, which is a great cozy bar with smooshy couches and really good alternative music. I loved it there and will definitely go back. Got home around 12:30 so I’m a bit tired today. But it was worth it. I love to try out new places in the city and find hidden gems. New York is such an amazing place.

Liz’s delicate California constitution has not been able to brave New York cold and she’s gotten sick already. So I don’t think we’ll be going to the movies tomorrow. It’ll be a weird weekend – everyone I know is either sick, going to holiday parties, or flying home to run marathons. Maybe I’ll actually get some writing done.

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