Sometimes, things don’t always go according to plan – especially so when you live in the dynamic organism that is New York City.
For a Type A Executive Assistant who was hired because of her
passion for borderline-OCD obsession with creating highly detailed plans, this can be a hard pill to swallow.
Enter Exhibit A, i.e. this weekend. Before leaving work early on a sunny and beautifully breezy Friday afternoon, a coworker asked me what plans I had for the weekend. “I’m going to Ozyfest in Central Park and a music festival in Brooklyn, and then my boyfriend’s mom bought us all tickets to the Staten Island Yankees game on Sunday!” I naively stated with a smile.
I can safely say that this weekend, none of those things will happen.
The weather is partly to blame – since Monday, the forecast has shown doom and gloom thunderstorms every day of the week starting today (Saturday) and lasting at least through next Saturday. After holding off for as long as possible, my boyfriend’s mom sent out a text saying that because of the weather, she canceled our tickets to the game and that we’d reschedule for another day in August.
Alright, that’s a bummer, but it’s not the end of the world – it happens.
Then, on Saturday, we woke up early to grab our tickets to check out the third annual Ozyfest in Central Park, a big two day festival that’s described as “part food, part Ted Talk, part music.” Past and current guests on the roster have included will.i.am, Malcolm Gladwell, Cynthia Nixon, and Hillary Clinton. This year, my boyfriend scored a couple of free tickets, but because of a comedy of errors that mainly boils down to poor planning by the festival organizers, we (and several other pretty unhappy would-be attendees) never got our wristbands. So after a couple of hours walking back and forth being misdirected to different areas of the park (and an early weekend morning that involved foregoing breakfast and throwing away HALF of my cup of coffee so we could get there on time!), we ended up deciding to just try again the following year.
By the time we got home, I was exhausted and slightly headachy (remember – only half a cup of caffeine in me all day), and it was starting to get dark and stormy out. I laid down on my bed…and woke up two hours (!!) later. I NEVER take naps, EVER, unless I’m like sick or jet lagged, and even then it has to be extreme cases of both. So needless to say, we never made it to the music festival that would take us at least an hour to get to in Industry City, Brooklyn.
If you read all of this, you *might* think that it was a failed weekend – but that couldn’t be farther from the truth.
For starters, tomorrow is my favorite day of the week, SUNDAY! We already have plans to sleep in (finally) and grab brunch, two of my favorite things. After the failed Ozyfusion attempt, during which my half-caffeinated and hungry self felt an impending #hanger attack coming on, we strolled over to the Beach Cafe on 2nd Ave and 70th Street – one of our first date spots after the Ozyfest two years ago, when we were in the “dating seriously but not yet boyfriend-girlfriend” stage. Scanning the menu, we remembered their brunch special – three cocktails and an entree for the $19.99. Sign me up! The couple of in front of us in line at the restaurant had a last-minute friend join them, so a perfectly lovely table for two at the front of the sidewalk dining opened up. As you know, sidewalk dining for brunch is one of my favorite things to do in the summer, so I was pretty excited when we got the actual perfect seat. After a deliciously cheesy Croque Madame and a fleet of Bloody Marys, we went for a walk in the surprisingly gorgeous weather, taking pictures with the Alice in Wonderland statue in Central Park (in my appropriately matching Alice in Wonderland tank top – a birthday gift from my boyfriend!) before heading back home to play with Charlie and take the aforementioned spontaneous nap.
We ended up ordering in some of my favorite Indian takeout food and watching the intense movie Room on Netflix, before polishing off the rest of a surprise birthday cake (more on that to come!) and starting this blog post. And tomorrow, instead of the Yankees game, we’ll probably hit up the movie theater and spend some leisurely time indoors on a rainy summer day.
I’m trying to teach myself that sometimes, try as I might, things don’t always go according to my plan. Other people, circumstances, the weather – some things are entirely out of my control. Enter the cliche-but-true “when life gives you lemons.” New York City in particular seems pretty bent on making sure that you can turn those lemons into
Fellow New Yorkers/East Coasters – what are you up to this weekend? Did Mother Nature also foil your plans? How do you turn lemons into lemonade when the weather, MTA, or cancellations change up your plans? I’d love to hear your thoughts (and tips for coping! ;)) in the comments!