friday i'm in love.

Currently listening to: Hey Ladies, Beastie Boys.
Currently drinking/eating: very strong g&t, triple lime.
Currently wearing: pink wrap dress, tan wedges.

Ah, Fridays. Despite not working a 9-to-5 and typically being busier on the weekends work-wise than during the week, I can't shake my love for Fridays and the joy they bring the world. It's like opening a gigantic window to a 65 degree sunny day: you've got the whole weekend at your fingertips and whatever you like to do with it. Plus, Friday nights are typically much more fun than Saturdays. Not sure why, but perhaps it's the lack of desperation in the air. Because after all, if you don't get trashed on Friday, there's always Saturday. Saturdays lead to messiness... hence you'll rarely find me out on a Saturday.

Today was a lovelier Friday than most: a day date with my madre, chock full of delicious lunch, a mani/pedi, and some great conversation. There aren't many people that I'd rather spend my time with than my mom, and regardless of any issues that I may have with this fine city I live in, it's always comforting to know she's only 7 miles away. /end sappiness.

I am craving Fall more than I think I've ever craved it before (and I loooove Fall. I mean, PUMPKINS). So today, I decided to get a little touch of Fall on my toes in the form of OPI's "No Spain No Gain." Despite the obnoxious name (can I please find the person who's job it is to name nail polishes? I would like to steal that job. Thank you.) I lurv it. The perfect berry/wine color without being goth. J'adore.

I'm preparing for an outing to Swinging Richards, a male strip club (I must give them props for their name... almost good as the Three Legged Cowboy, also in Midtown). This will be a first for me, and I'm not sure I'm prepared. Will recite horror stories tomorrow, no doubt. Tikka is shooting me dirty looks. Not sure if she's peeved I'm going out and leaving her, or if she knows the dirtiness that awaits me.