Happy weekend!

Happy long weekend! Long weekend after an even longer week. Or was that just me? This week has been even more hectic than I expected, and it seems I'm not alone, judging by a barrage of cranky Facebook statuses.


It's also breaking my heart a little to leave without getting to spend any real time with The Boy, especially on a long weekend. We are really good at long weekends. Oh, and I'm definitely not exaggerating or being overly dramatic or anything. Definitely not. 

Of course, travel and work are always good, so I'm just keeping my head above water until the trip.

And, for those that won't be on a plane or in front of a camera in their underwear (my life is weird) for Memorial Day, I've scrounged up some delightful cocktail recipes that are just begging to be drunk on a porch on a humid sprummer (spring/summer. I am so goddamn clever) evening.

This is a fruitier version of Brazil's national drink the Caipirinha. Got to love a country with a national drink.  It is traditionally made with cachaça, which is sugar cane rum but I'm sure it would be delicious with rum or even bourbon. 

Caipirinha de Uva

• 2 oz Leblon Cachaça*
• 1 oz semi sweet white wine
• 1-2 limes, cut into rough chunks
• 5 red grapes
• 2 tsp raw brown sugar

 Muddle sugar, grapes and limes in a large tumbler. Add Leblon Cachaça, wine and cracked ice. Stir well and fill remaining glass with cracked ice. Garnish with 2 grapes. 

You can substitute any fruit in place of the grapes, and the Leblon has one particularly delicious suggestion: nectarine, and then a little honey instead of brown sugar. Would it be embarrassing if I mixed this cocktail alone in my hotel room in Germany? Yes? Whatever. 


VOGAtini

Weird sparkly pom poms not included

• 2 oz VOGA Pinot Grigio
• 1 oz. Pomegranate Juice,
• 1 shot of vodka
• Garnish with  fresh berries

I like this as an alternative to the cosmopolitan which, to be perfectly honest, I don't actually like very much. I know, Carrie Bradshaw's going to come kill me with a stiletto or shun me from the tribe of fashionable women but...they're overrated. And I think with a bit of champagne this would be even better. But I think champagne makes everything better, so take that with a grain of salt. 



Speaking of champagne making everything better, I have so stinking much to say about Switzerland and I just don't seem to have the focus or time to get it all down. I've also been thinking about what I want to do with this blog and how I want to organize it/what direction I want to take it and I just don't know.

What I do know is that this video means Alec Baldwin and I have to break up. I just can't be with a Yankees fan. No word yet on RDJ Jr's preference but I'm crossing my fingers.

Red Sox or die, Downey.

 

A few things

Image courtesy of dooce.com and I am very jealous of her.

Spent the last two days shooting a commercial and am totally exhausted. Shooting all day, in class all evening and catching up on emails all night have left me so ready for the weekend. Even better would be a weekend in Miami, but my bed will have to suffice as a warm oasis for now. 

Thought I'd post a few pics from the last few days, just to show what I've been up to. 

View from the tour bus

Like I said, I shot a commercial that involved a) running up and down stairs for hours and hours, b) working with ridiculously attractive people and c) hanging out on a tour bus for a day and taking in the sights of NYC. It was pretty awesome. But I missed seeing this stupid little face.

Also have had loads of castings that have brought me all over the city (not, unfortunately, on a tour bus) and I was able to walk up and down 5th Ave. early one morning. Fifth Ave and the Champs Elysees are currently tied for first place in the Window Shopping Competition of my life.

Marc Jacobs Clutch at Bergdorf's

There is also something about the people coming out of their luxurious apartments and casually flagging a cab or getting into chaffeured cars that is, to me, like a carefully choreographed dance. Slim arms in cashmere coats fly into the air, and cabs slide into place. Expensive men's shoes step gracefully off the curb and step into a car. But my real favorites are the wacky old ladies in elaborate hats tipping their heads to the door men and meandering into the street. Someday that will be me.

Hats. I love them.

So, that's been my week. I like to think my weekend will involve lots of sleep but I have a hell of a lot to do.