The Chocolate Bar.

Last night I met Christine and Leah at The Chocolate Bar. The Oswalt’s introduced me to it after a play last Christmas (I have to give credit where it is due). Ever since then I have been in love with the place. They have ice cream, cakes, cheesecake, ice cream and anything and everything covered in chocolate. Before sitting down to some Uncle Darryl’s choc cake, we visited the candy counter. I got a chocolate covered caramel, a chocolate covered oreo and a bag of chocolate covered pecans. These sweets will stay in my drawer at work to help me get through the rest of the week. The cake is more than enough for three people, and I think I enjoy eating cake and drinking milk more than meeting people for dinner. Sharing dessert is just fun. If only it was good for me….

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Back to real life.

I’m back at work today after spending the last 4 days in New York City. Real life is not nearly exciting as visiting New York life. When I first got there I didn’t think I could handle the cold weather. I asked JMO everytime we left, “How many layers do I need to go with? This sweater and the scarf? The sweater and the jacket? What about gloves?” I even wore tights under my jeans for warmth. Now back in Houston, it is a warm 80 degrees.

Now that I am back to my real life, I am amazed at how much JMO and I squeezed into 4 days, without really rushing ourselves. We went to see a play, Speed the Plow. Jeremy Piven from Entourage was in it- which was the main reason we went to see it. We went to two museums, we went shopping in SOHO, ate various desserts from around the city, walked around Times Square, saw two movies, visited Bloomingdales three times (doing purse research), watched part of the NY marathon and caught up on TV shows.

When I went to NY a year ago, I was a nervous wreck. The crowds, the subway, the tiny rooms, the tiny spaces, the SUBWAY, the trendy people, the guide books, the amount of things, everything overwhelmed me. NY seemed far too much for little me. Although some of that still exists, I now feel more calm in NY. I have gotten more accustomed to it and have grown more fascinated by the city itself. I realize that normal people don’t need to be proud of themselves for being calm or comfortable, but I am proud and I feel like I accomplished something. Thank you New York City (and JMO).

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No boots for me.

I had thought if I found a pair of boots that were fab and they were reasonably priced, then I would take the plunge. Well the pair I immediately loved and needed was a whopping $300. I realized that although they were fab, I could not spend that much on a pair of shoes that would spend the 5 days a year out of my closet. Maybe for Christmas though…..

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Boots are expensive.

I’ve done some research now. Boots aren’t cheap. And Michelle will be there to guide and help in the boot search. Michelle is a lifelong Texan, owns boots, hats, and even has something called a “hat band.” Now I just hope that there will be some kind of super sale when we get there and these pretty things are all at bargain prices.

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Texan.

A coworker from NY is coming to town on Friday. She wants me to help her on a quest for real Texas cowboy boots. I seem to be the wrong person for this challenge. I do not own cowboy boots. I’ve never shopped for cowboy boots. I don’t own a cowboy hat. My only cowboy experience was a family trip to the Flying L Dude Ranch.

I realize I should have gained some cowboy knowledge by now. I moved to Texas shortly before turning 17, which means I’ve been in the great big state of Texas for 7 years now. I spent 4 years of that at A&M. How did I manage to not gain any cowboy knowledge? Maybe it is time for me to gain some. Or at least gain some boots. I used to think they looked ridiculous, but now I see them as a lasting fashion accessory. What better way to show strangers at an airport that I’m from Texas? Maybe I should not only help my coworker/friend in her quest, but maybe I should join in this quest.

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