Bring It On
You know you’ve had a perfect weekend when you wake up on Monday morning with a smile on your face.
After work on Friday, Tommy and I met up for a dinner date in Hoboken. We sat outside in the perfect 70-degree weather, split a bottle of wine, and caught up on life. Afterwards, I sprawled out on my bed just to “rest my eyes” for a few minutes. I ended up waking up the next morning, slightly disoriented. (Thanks for tucking me in, Greg.)
On Saturday, I had my first official photo shoot! I got into New York City early to explore Central Park in preparation. While there, I ended up witnessing a sky proposal! I am a sucker for love and romance and all that jazz, so this absolutely made my day. I have no idea who the lucky girl was, but I hope she said yes!
The next three hours were spent roaming the city with a ridiculously cute couple who I couldn’t have been more blessed to work with. I’ll be doing a full post on their engagement photo session soon but, for now, here’s a sneak peek at one of my favorite shots of the day:
After covering over 60 blocks of New York by foot and taking over 1,300 photos, I raced back to Hoboken to hitch a ride home with the boys. They had spent the entire day moving Frank into my apartment. I would have paid big money to watch them maneuver our giant leather couch down the three flights of our apartment’s narrow stairwell.
“Friends” reference? Anyone?
Since my mom had to work on Sunday, my family ended up celebrating Mother’s Day on Saturday night instead. We ordered pizza, watched Game 7 of the NHL Eastern Conference Semi-Finals, and threw coupons into a bonfire for two hours straight. Nothing says “I love you, mom!” quite like a house full of children screaming “F&*@ YOU, RANGERS!”
I didn’t think it was possible but, somehow, Sunday’s weather was even more amazing than Saturday’s. Eric and I took advantage of the sunshine and went to the driving range. I let him show off his skills
while I kept swinging and missing the ball, and then made him buy me lunch to make me feel better. Great success.
Greg, Frank and I headed back to Hoboken in the afternoon. Greg made us listen to motivational speaking CDs, so I kept myself occupied in the backseat by sticking my Devils flag out the window and trying to get cars to beep at me. I’m five years old. Really.
We invited everyone over for what we imagined would be a low-key Sunday night dinner at our place. Well, the boys showed up with Cosmos and it was all downhill from there. Two hours later, we were all drunk and singing showtunes at the top of our lungs. Who knew the boys liked “Rent” that much?
And now, another Monday is upon us. It’s a big week of work, a big week of hockey, and a big week of re-charging before what’s bound to be the craziest weekend of 2012 so far.
Bring it on.