While most city dwellers spent Saturdays and Sundays during the winter cozying up in warm apartments, as soon as the weather gets warm and spring arrives, that all changes and the streets come to life. Social plans follow the weather in New York City more than anywhere else—when it’s cold everyone would rather order delivery and catch up on the week’s TV, but when it’s warm, brunch can easily lead to a full afternoon of fun, friendship, laughter and catch up sessions in the concrete jungle. That’s exactly what happened to my Sunday recently.
9 a.m. I never set an alarm on the weekends, unless I absolutely have to be somewhere, but I regularly find myself waking up before the clock hits 9. Apparently, those early morning wakeups my parents were always talking about while I was in high school finally turned into a reality. My absolute favorite way to start any weekend morning is with a freshly brewed pot of coffee and a brand new book. I’ll open my bedroom windows if it’s nice outside, turn on calming music, light a candle, and languish in my pajamas, sipping on coffee, and falling into my novel.
11 a.m. As much as I love sitting in bed, I’ve made a promise to myself this month. I’ve embarked on a 30-day yoga challenge, meaning every single day, I’m going to Yoga to the People and practicing my Vinyasa flow. During the week, I go to the 7 am class with my best friend Brittany, but on the weekends I give myself a little bit of a break. Only one week in, I’ve found that there’s no better way to start the workday. (Hm, maybe I’ll make this a regular thing?) As I walk out the door in my black yoga pants and workout top, I grab my mat and begin thinking about Warrior 1, Warrior 2, and my favorite pose of all, tree pose.
1 p.m. After a quick shower and outfit change, I’m off to brunch with some of my closest friends at a new restaurant in the West Village called Sotto 13. It only opened recently, but I’ve already heard discussions of a DIY Prosecco bar that sounded like an amazingly fun opportunity with friends! As soon as we walk in, we’re seated and I order for the table. Within seconds, a bottle appears at our table, alongside a variety of fixings to dress up glasses of champers. Before we even take a second to look at the food menu, all of my girlfriends are discussing ingredients and combinations, wondering who can make the best brunch beverage. The DIY bar comes with a tray of five mixers—blood orange juice, lychee juice, pomegranate juice, two liquors, candied ginger, pomegranate seeds, and blackberries. For the two hours we’re at brunch it’s as if we’re mixologists—way too much fun!
5 p.m. Full of delicious pasta my Italian grandmother would approve of and a glass (or two) of bubbly, my friend Margaux and I decided to extend our afternoon into the evening. In anticipation of #ManiMonday, and our guilty pleasure, we easily decide on a manicure date. We stroll down 6th Avenue, finally popping into her local nail salon. Now the real decision arrives—what color do I want my fingernails to be for the rest of the week? I finally choose light grey with sparkles because I have a fun cocktail event to attend towards the end of the week while Margaux opts for a subtle but gorgeous lilac hue.
8 p.m. I’m lucky enough that some of my closest friends in the city live super close to me. Before I make it home, my college friend Sapna (who lives a block away) texts me to talk about a few upcoming exciting moments on our calendars—Governor’s Ball and summer vacation plans. We decided to head to Desnuda in the East Village for a quick glass of wine. The tiny oyster bar has only a few seats and while I’m not the biggest fan of the ocean delight, I do love the very New York-y scene that this specific restaurant provides. Over the next two hours, we have a glass of wine while we giddily chat about how thrilled we are it’s finally warmer out (New Yorkers at the end of March are so over the cold), begin to plan our outfits for Governor’s Ball, and chat about who’s planning to make the trek out east during the summer weekends in Montauk.
10 p.m. Before I make my way home, I stop at the deli on my corner. My apartment may be tiny—this is Manhattan after all—but I like to keep it clean and decorated. One of my weekly indulgences is fresh flowers, because I honestly believe it brings a bit of brightness to any room. This week, I gravitate towards simple white tulips.
10:30 p.m. After washing my face, pulling my hair into a bun, and changing into my pajamas, I wash a box of raspberries, grab a jar of Nutella and indulge a little bit with dessert and a huge glass of milk while watching the newest Revenge. An amazing day with friends, a fresh manicure, and new flowers, what more can you ask for on a Sunday?