Tag: New York City

  • A Little Smarter After Happy Hour

    A Little Smarter After Happy Hour

    There’s something about learning over a drink that makes it feel a little less like a lecture and a little more like an adventure.

    I’m always looking for little ways to break out of my usual routine, and this time it led me to a night in the city with one of my forever friends, a drink in hand, and a lesson on the Greek Muses that I definitely wasn’t expecting to be this interested in.

    It wasn’t the typical kind of night out. We laughed, we learned, we listened, and somewhere between happy hour and getting my book signed by the speaker, I realized this is exactly the kind of experience I want more of doing something different simply because I can.

    Turns out, sometimes you can leave happy hour with more than a buzz. You can leave a little smarter, too.

    Once I got to New York, I got lost as usual. In true Stephanie fashion, I basically walked all over the Lower East Side trying to find the Lecture on Tap location. It was okay, though. I was way too early anyway, so apparently I had time to get lost. 😂

    When I finally found the location, I had to wait outside for a little while. I started talking to someone in line, and she told me her sister had been to one of the lectures before and loved it. Hearing that made me even more excited to see what the night was going to be like.

    Before the speaker came out, they did a Q&A about creativity and had people in the audience answer. Then Dr. Moiya McTier came out and talked about her book, Mothers of Invention, and the history of creativity through the Greek Muses.

    She explained that there were twelve Greek Muses and talked about how some of them can help us with our own creativity. She went through her book in about thirty minutes, explaining the Muses, their stories, and how they connect to the ways we create.

    I honestly didn’t expect to be as interested as I was.

    The way she talked about her book made Greek mythology and creativity feel less like something from a history lesson and more like something you could actually apply to your own life. And as someone who is constantly writing, creating, taking pictures, and figuring out what I want to make next, that part stuck with me.

    After another Q&A, I knew I had to get my book signed.

    And somewhere between wandering around the Lower East Side, having a drink with one of my forever friends, learning about the Greek Muses, and leaving with a signed book, I realized how much I love nights like this.

    Not every adventure has to be huge. Sometimes breaking your routine can be as simple as going somewhere you’ve never been, listening to someone talk about something you know almost nothing about, and letting yourself be curious.

    I went into the night expecting happy hour and a lecture.

    I left with a signed book, a few new things to think about, and another reminder that there are so many ways to experience this city and so many things I still want to learn.

    Turns out, sometimes you really can leave happy hour a little smarter.

  • Somewhere Between the Rooftops and the City

    Somewhere Between the Rooftops and the City

    Rooftop at hotel indigo

    There’s something about seeing New York from a rooftop that makes everything feel a little different.

    Down below, the city is doing what it always doe moving too fast, honking too loudly, rushing somewhere important. But up here, everything softens. The noise becomes a hum. The buildings stretch out in every direction, and for a second, I’m not thinking about where I need to be next.

    I’m just here.

    Somewhere between the rooftops and the city, between the life happening below me and the one I’m still figuring out, I realized how much I’ve changed.

    I used to think becoming meant having some perfectly mapped-out version of what life was supposed to look like. Now, I think becoming looks a lot more like this: standing above a city I’ve loved through so many versions of myself, letting the wind mess up my hair, looking out at everything still waiting for me, and realizing I don’t need to know exactly where I’m going to know that I’m moving forward.

    And maybe that’s exactly what I needed from this weekend. Not answers. Not some huge revelation. Just a change of scenery and a few days to enjoy the city from a different point of view.

    So, I packed my bags and headed to New York for a weekend that somehow included a little bit of everything: rooftop views, getting ready with my forever friend while singing and dancing between makeup steps, wandering around the Lower East Side, and checking out a rage room that we thought had an opening.

    It didn’t.

    But somehow that worked out just fine, because instead we ended up having some delicious sushi.

    One minute we were singing, dancing, and getting dressed, turning the room into our own little mini concert. Honestly, that might have been one of my favorite parts of the night. My forever friend and I also had our own mini photoshoot, taking turns pretending to be each other’s photographer. And every time I look back at those pictures, I’m reminded of how much fun can exist in the smallest moments.

    Mini photoshoot

    Then the real fun started.

    My forever friend’s crew came through, my cousin Hannah showed up, and from there, it was nothing but fun. There was no perfectly planned itinerary or pressure for the night to become something extraordinary. We were simply together, laughing and enjoying the city.

    And somewhere in the middle of all of it, I realized that maybe that was the point.

    Sunday slowed everything down in the best way. After all the singing, dancing, getting ready, and going out the night before, we spent part of the day at the rooftop pool. Sitting above the city, taking in the skyline and just enjoying the moment felt like the perfect way to end the weekend. There was nowhere to rush to and nothing I needed to figure out. I could just be there, soaking it all in.

    On the ride back to New Jersey, I found myself thinking about the weekend differently. I thought about my forever friend, my cousin Hannah, and the people who showed up simply because they wanted to be there.

    It made me appreciate everything a little more.

    Sometimes it’s easy to look at our lives and focus on what we think is missing the things we haven’t accomplished yet, the relationships we don’t have, the plans that haven’t worked out, or the version of life we thought we would have by now.

    But maybe having everything was never the point.

    Maybe we just need the people who show up. The people who turn getting ready into a concert, take a hundred pictures until we get the one, change plans when the original ones fall through, and make an ordinary weekend feel like something worth remembering.

    I went to New York thinking I needed a change of scenery.

    Instead, somewhere between the rooftops and the city, I was reminded to appreciate the life that is already happening around me.