Modcloth Orange Button-Up Dress
(similar)
Cream Dress c/o Studio 12.20 (similar)
H&M Belt
Pyramid Necklace
c/o Gogo Philip
Wedges
c/o Wayfair (similar)
During his first full day in the city (Saturday), Eric and I did a tremendous amount of walking. We walked to the point where exhaustion kicked in and we found ourselves taking naps every time we managed to sit down. I might have overachieved when it came to planning our New York City adventures.
Stop one was stopping by the
Hester Street Fair in the Lower East Side. In a quick summary, it was a cute little, hipster street fair full of small food, clothing, and accessories businesses. We got to taste some incredible olive oils and my eyes kept drifting towards the expensive vintage dresses and sunglasses. My wallet held me back though (although the oven-baked margarita pizza was screaming my name).
After getting our fill of the Lower East Side and exploring the nearby parks, Eric and I rode the subway up to Central Park for some bike riding. In order to save a few dollars, we opted to rent our bikes from a sketchy guy standing on the side street who led us two blocks away from the park. Our wild imaginations had us preparing for our ultimate downfalls, but it ended up being just fine and if anything, just a little bit sketch.
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| Once again, Jen wears appropriate footwear for a day of walking, bike riding, and rock climbing. |
Our next stop was to wander through the International Food Festival which was a little underwhelming. Eric and I expected to encounter the culinary experience of the Gods but it was simply food stands from a variety of restaurants in New York City (the same exact food festival that pops up multiple times throughout the year on random city streets). Nevertheless, we gorged ourselves and I even got to try Caramelized Fried Chicken ice cream from the
Coolhaus truck, which was simply incredible. And no, it wasn't as disgusting as it sounds. It was actually a fried chicken party in my mouth and I only wish I had seconds.
Finally, we ended our evening by meeting up with a handful of my co-workers. After stopping by Martin Parr's latest
exhibition, walking down the
High Line, and grabbing dinner in the East Village, everyone headed over to Williamsburg to
The Gutter. What's The Gutter? Two words: Drunk bowling.
If there's anything I want you to take away from this blog post, it's that
nothing is better than drunk bowling.
