If I could have had a 90s blog…
It was a great weekend!
After work on Friday I walked over to the 6 Train which runs uptown to my apartment building. I put a token in the turnstile and stood on the hot and smelly platform while I waited for the subway. Luckily, I was able to get a seat so I opened my Danielle Steele novel and read a few pages until we pulled into the 96th Street station. Then I walked to my building on 94th and 3rd.
I love that my building is full of mostly twentysomethings. We are surrounded by people our own age which is great. This is probably because the rent is so cheap. Also, the building allows us to create an extra bedroom in the apartment by adding a wall, which turns a two bedroom into a three. Our living room is tiny, but my roommates and I each have our own bedroom.
I thought that everyone lived like this in the city, but Rachel and Monica from my new favorite TV show “Friends” have such a huge apartment. I don’t understand how they could afford it.
I walked into our apartment. My roommates, Wendy and Debbie, weren’t home yet. I took off my Barami suit, listened to the messages on our answering machine, and plopped down on the couch. I turned on MTV’s “House of Style” with Cindy Crawford and watched for a while.
Once Debbie and Wendy were home, we had an important matter to discuss. Where were we going to go that night? There were so many places to choose from.
Should we hang out at a bar on the Upper East Side – maybe Mingles or Spanky’s or American Trash? Or go down to 19th and Park and try either Canastel’s or Café Iguana? Or maybe Wilson’s on the Upper West Side?
It was hard to know which place would be the best, so we called a few friends to see where people were hanging out. After hearing where everyone would be, including some guys we were interested in, we decided on Wilson’s.
We hung around the apartment until 10 PM and then showered to be ready to leave by 11 PM. I put on one of my many black scoop neck body suits, high wasted Big John jeans, and my Justin cowboy boots. I used the diffuser on my blow dryer to blow my hair so that it was curly and fell to the side.
We jumped in a taxi and headed over to the west side. As always, there was a small crowd standing outside Wilsons waiting for the bouncer to let them in. We pushed our way closer to the front and stood there smiling until he finally decided to open the rope for us.
Once inside, there was some commotion going on. I couldn’t believe it but Luke Perry from 90210 was there!
Beverly Hills, 90210 was our favorite TV show. We watched it every Wednesday night, followed by Melrose Place. The debate was always – who is cuter Brandon or Dylan? I am always a Dylan. I also root for Brenda and Dylan as a couple over Kelly and Dylan.
Sadly, we didn’t even get to talk to him. I wish I had my camera on me, it would have been great to get a picture. The night was a lot of fun anyway.
On the way home, we stopped at a bodega and bought a bag of chips and some Oreos. When we got home at 3 AM we ate it all while we rehashed the night. Then we retreated to our bedrooms and went to sleep.
We all slept until past noon Saturday morning. I missed “Saved by The Bell”!
When we finally woke up, we threw on sweats and walked over to Googie’s Diner for breakfast. It seemed like half the city had the same idea so we waited outside for a table while chatting with some friends who were also waiting.
They were in their bike shorts and had their rollerblades with them. They asked us to join them after breakfast but we declined. I have tried rollerblading a few times but I can’t get the hang of it.
When we finally sat down for breakfast I ordered chocolate chip pancakes – totally worth the wait.
It was a hot late spring day so we walked back to our apartment, put on our bikinis, grabbed towels and the lounge chairs we bought at Duane Reade, and went up to our roof to lay out. They say the sun is bad for you so we put on sunscreen. Debbie and I both use a 6 but Wendy is fair so she needs an 8. We listened to our Wilson Phillips CD and hung out for a while.
Saturday night is date night and all three of us had dates. Mine was a first date with a guy I had met at Hi-Life a few weeks ago.
I dressed in my new baby doll dress from The Gap with my Justin shoe boots. They look great in the summer with dresses and shorts. I pulled my hair back with a clip and pulled some tendrils around my face.
My date picked me up and we walked to Coconut Grill on 2nd Avenue. It is my favorite date place – the food is great and I always see people I know. I ordered penne a la vodka and he had chicken with sun dried tomatoes. The guy was nice. I’d go out with him again.
On Sunday morning, we ordered in some bagels from the place downstairs and talked about our dates while we ate at the coffee table in our tiny living room. When we finished, we got dressed. I wore my cut off Levi shorts that I bought at Antique Boutique, a t-shirt, and leather Keds. We took a taxi to Central Park and met some friends at Sheep Meadow. We found a good spot and hung out for a while. It’s always fun there – tons of people playing frisbee, hacky sack or just sitting in the sun.
We had to leave early and head over to the apartment of some girls who are running our Fire Island share house this summer. We all wanted to meet before we spend every other weekend together from Memorial Day to Labor Day.
On the way home, we stopped at Blockbusterand rented “About Last Night”, even though we have seen it 100 times already.
Our friends from the third floor, Betsy and Risa, came up to our apartment to watch with us. Best movie – I so see my own relationships in Demi Moore and Rob Lowe.
Back to work tomorrow – but Fire Island is just a few weeks away!
Stacy was a stay-at-home mom/part-time preschool teacher whose life was turned upside down in 2011 when her husband passed away suddenly of a heart attack. She is raising her two fabulous daughters, now ages 18 and 20, who are turning into wonderful young women. In 2016, she started a blog about her experience as a young widow, The Widow Wears Pink. This led her to write for other publications including Huffington Post, Today.com, Scary Mommy, Grown & Flown, Kveller, Modern Loss, Thought Catalog, and many more. In 2018 she started Living the Second Act with fellow writer Mimi Golub. Today, Stacy and her daughters are happily living their “new normal” while always keeping her husband’s spirit alive.
