weekends below zero, 2

More margaritas this weekend. I'm on a margarita kick. I drank these gorgeous grapefruit margaritas with brown sugar at Barrio Chino a few weeks back, and since then the desire has been unrelenting. It could be the deep freeze of New York, and the longing for spring, which is manifesting in a need for guacamole and tequila. We booked tickets to Arizona earlier this week. We'll see the canyon. We'll drink by the pool. 

Speaking of, have you seen Google's Canyon mapping?

I've been diving into the What I Read series over at The Atlantic. Jenna Wortham's, in particular, exhausts me. 

I bought a dress. I'm still having some sort of existential crisis that is manifesting in my wardrobe. This dress is not the solution, but it's pretty. 

You don't want to know how many times I've listened to the Pitch Perfect soundtrack this week.  

One of my intern babies dyed his hair lilac. It is glorious. It is tempting. 

Other weekend activities: rehearsal (tunnels, trains, storm clouds); birthdays; snack stadiums. I'm also hoping to nest a little, in preparation for the impending arrival of an as-yet-unidentified kitten. Like lovingly wallpapering a nursery, only the cat gets a litter box and my utility closet.