Travel & Hotspots

onze meid in New York

What our dear Bo is up to this week? You can read about it here!

On scooters, we raced together to hockey. And every morning we did the same to the gymnasium. We were quite well-behaved there. But from the fifth grade onwards, we never went to school on Friday mornings again. Because on Thursdays, we went out. Secretly. And often to the most wrong disco in Rotterdam where they organized foam parties and had rotating dance stages. Or to the bar where the drink prices were determined by supply and demand. But wherever we were, we were together. Always. And now we are in New York. Together again. As it should be. One lives in Brussels, the other in San Fran. But that doesn't matter, because it's as if we have never been apart.

Before the ‘forever’ girlfriends arrive and my future husband leaves for Aruba, I decide to pay a visit to Whitney, the sweetest and best hairdresser in New York. I call and an hour later I can sit in her chair at Sally Hershberger. It has to go. I'm tired of the long hair and ready for something new. And so it was said, so it was done.

But okay, back to the gang of misery. The weekend was grand. One big party. From champagne breakfast to dancing on the benches of Paul’s Baby Grand. The latter is by the way the eternal favorite on my list. The club was filled with arty people and that made for damn good tunes. Taking photos is forbidden (sneaky snapshots in the bathroom are actually too, but I still have one). Promoters and their drink girls are never there. And all of that together makes it the best club in the city, where you can dance under the disco ball until the early hours. Just like we did...

Sadelle’s, the brunch spot of the moment. Packed and long lines. But it's definitely worth it. In between, I spot an old-fashioned grandma bike. With flowers! Hopefully, this will someday be mine. And then no flowers, but Blue in the basket.

Fries with mustaches at The Standard Grill. Sunbathing on the roof. And shopping. Mani and pedi. Bellyache from laughing. I could write a book about it. This weekend was again the most fun. It always is when we are together. And every time we think we can never top it. But the opposite turns out to be true...

And then suddenly the house is empty. No scattered shoes. No open suitcases. No curling irons cooling down. I always get a bit sad about that. But I don't have long to mourn, because the mountain of piled-up work is towering high. So I dutifully open the laptop and work on some Sea Of Bees. One with CVRD (https://cvrd-fashion.com/en) and their amazing blazer. And one with The Outnet and this dress with stripes... Quickly online.

This is Darcy from Skillful Touch. He is my personal trainer for the coming weeks. I want to be fit in my summer outfit. And he is going to help with that. With trembling knees, we welcome him to the gym. But luckily he first checks what kind of shape we are in. Or better: what is all wrong... Next week we will really get to it. So here’s a quick picture while we can still laugh. In seven days, after his second training, I probably won't be able to anymore. To be continued.