It’s been a good lazy day. Started with brunch, ending with a zooted bath.
This morning we all gathered at a friend’s in Brooklyn for pancakes, tots, and heavy mimosas. I couldn’t be bothered with real clothes so I wore a sweatshirt and joggers that I have literally worn to bed. Multiple times. I also didn’t contribute anything but a playlist and my sparkling personality. 🤷🏼♀️
After we brunched and watched the Love Is Blind reunion, we decided to pack it up and head to the nearby taco bar. Can never go wrong with a taco bar, even when you’re in pajamas.
I was telling the gals about my new podcast (oh boy), my new blog (this very one!), and how I need to step up my Hinge game with a voice question prompt.
Did I decide to record the prompt in a noisy outdoor bar? Yes. Did I say the dorkiest thing about me is my clogs? Yes. Will I get any new likes? TBD.
In the midst of all of this I began chatting with a Tinder pilot. Tall, cute, seems funny and respectful. All good signs! But sadly he flies for Spirit. Clearly I’m not on the Delta level, so I guess discount airlines is my equal.
Stay tuned for clog chaos, but most likely rejections. ✌️
Tub Tracker stats:
- 45 mins and coubting
- Winding down from an edible and several drinks, but biggie wine cup ready for more action
- Mellow music
- Keeping up the swiping!
30 minute update: very sad I didn’t bring the bottle of wine in the tub.
the bad hag 