i got 99 problems...but my sis aint one

this is my favorite time of year, and not because i sweat just looking out the window, and nothing is hotter than a sweaty chick in sweatpants. oh no. summer is when meg and i do our annual sisters weekend in NYC!! this year started a bit early after i ventured up to boston super duper early thursday am. some might think i did this just to see meg's smiley little face. some would be correct. but i had an ulterior motive. located in the lovely neighborhood of cambridge, ma is an adorable little crafting store, Gather Here. the first and third thursday of every month, Gather Here invites crafters to bring their piece work (thanks mom) and a pint to the shop to hang out and craft for an evening of Pints and Purls!

i am obviously easily entertained

after the obligatory visit to Salmagundi for a movie montage, we were off to gather here! meg brought her robot, which she has been working on for 3 years now, and i brought an idea. at the moment i'm still working on the million cowl and glove order, but decided i would prefer something quick and easy. as luck would have it, a dear friend of mine had requested a personalized beer coozie. game set. when i left DC i knew she asked for blue and yellow, but for some reason only brought blue with me. thank god we were in a knitting store. so while i sat and tried to remember how much to cast on, meg set off to find me some yellow yarn. when she returned with her spoils, i helplessly pointed out that the hank was beautiful, but needed to be wound. now meg and i have watched mom do this for years. we have watched our nephews wind balls of yarn. we have watched our mom wind balls of yarn after her sixth martini. and yet we had no idea what to do. however, once we found someone to show us, it was easy as pie. (is that a thing? i'm confused).

oh hey, i have a beer.

after way too many drinks that night, we woke up and hopped on a bus bound for new york. i would like to stop for just one second to mention how amazing of a sister i am. my normal sisters weekend trip, from dc to nyc, takes around three and a half hours each way. this year, i travelled eight hours to boston, driving right past nyc while crying a little bit inside. then i turned around and took another four hour trip JUST SO I COULD RIDE THE BUS WITH MY SISTER. you would think she would appreciate that shit. nope. she took the window seat. she fell asleep on me. she got to ignore the creepy couple sitting across from me making out the entire drive. silver lining? she turns 50 first.
back to new york. every year we have the same basic plan: go to the met to see the fashion exhibit and get dinner at philip marie. those are the only two requirements, and they can happen whenever. and since we had soooo much more time than our usual saturday/sunday trip, we decided to take advantage of it.

met

we woke up bright and early saturday morning and headed over to see Schiaparelli and Prada: Impossible Conversations at the met. now i must say, this was not my favorite exhibit. the met has put on display some of these two women's most beautiful pieces, and yet the entire time i kept wondering where inspiration stops and straight up copying begins? maybe i'm the only one. i also think that coming off the heels of last year's Savage Beauty exhibit, which featured the amazing alexander mcqueen and was impossible to walk through due to the crowds, they were looking for something a bit more low key.
to round out our NYC experience, we brunched, went to a comedy club and i laughed while meg got hit on by a NYU student who could have been her son. (oh snap!)
all in all, it was a great sister weekend, one that will be replicated this weekend when i head to boston as her plus one at the wedding of a very dear friend who will hopefully have a top shelf open bar.
below are some random pics from the weekend. meg accepts all the blame for their crappy-ness as i lost my camera for the millionth time on my last visit to LA. i will, however, accept any accolades they may deserve. 

this is the bruise meg gave me. but she wouldn't hit me if she didn't love me. right?!?!

i wanted to swim.
















there's some scene in when harry met sally that this arc thing is in. i'm not really sure as i think meg ryan is stupid. but meg howe loves it, so i took a pic.

 on our way to dinner.

this was in boston. i figure nikolas wanted a buddy shot at 1am with a drunk chick. who doesn't?!

this was the cause of the drunken buddy shot. woo wha? from Trina's Star Lite Lounge

i need to stop w the drunken buddy shots. at least meg was a willing participant.