On Thursday, my coworker and I were in the elevator together leaving work, and since we work on the fifth floor, we had elevator time for just a little bit of small talk or one question and answer. She went the Q&A route, asking me the question every full-time employee loves to ask at the end of the week: “Do you have any fun plans this weekend?” A wave of relaxation came over me when I smiled and responded in a way I hadn't been able to in quite a long time: “No, none at all.”
Don’t get me wrong, I love a rendezvous with my nearest and dearest but after a summer full of adventure, I was looking forward to having time to stop and smell the city streets (mhmm, trash!).
I started my Weekend of Lex™ with a trip to New York Comic Con. I want to make it crystal clear that I was not there on my own volition but rather for work with the Travel Channel. My duty was to cover all things #NYCC on their Instagram and Twitter. I won’t front with you, readers, there is something so intimidating about being logged into a corporate account with 1.8 million followers. I mean, if I weren’t such a loyal, trusted employee, I could go ahead and post a gorgeous selfie to be viewed by millions of people. If my manager is reading this, I want to reiterate that I would never do that — but it’s exhilarating to know that it’s a possibility.
I say this with love but Comic Con is like nerdy Halloween. Essentially, it’s a bunch of adults dressed up as their favorite comic characters absolutely packed into a convention center. There were lots of fun booths and exhibits to see but I was mostly interested in the people-watching of it all. By hour three, I had accidentally turned into the Joan Rivers of New York Comic Con. By no means do I want to judge but some of the outfits left me with no choice. A stretched-out Nylon Spiderman suit? Really? It’s the nerd event of the year and that’s what you’re going with? I guess I can’t talk since I was in dress pants after all.
Exhausted from my people-watching and social posting, I slept like a Rock(well) and woke up to a sunny fall Saturday morning. Saturdays with no plans or responsibilities are special. You could go anywhere — or you could go nowhere — and it’s all perfectly acceptable. It’s up to you! This, kids, is the beauty of being what experts would call an adult. It’s precisely the reason my coworker brings a juice box to work every day. There are no rules. I spent my Saturday walking to the gym, doing my boyfriend’s arm workout with him (back and biceps) for approx two (2) hours, going to TJ Maxx twice (once before the gym, once after), going to Trader Joe’s, making salad and pizza, and watching the Sopranos. Now it’s Sunday and my arms are sore but I am feeling so relaxed.
I’m not much of a Fall Head (by that I mean I haven’t bought those bat decorations from Target that everybody else seems to have) but I am a sucker for limited-edition seasonal flavors. Maybe it’s me falling victim to the scarcity principle but no matter the season, I’m buying into it. During the fall of my senior year of college, I tweeted that I was “back on my pumpkin-spiced bullshit” and came home to a collection of pumpkin-flavored snacks on the kitchen table. When I asked what it was all about, my dad, who I often forget even has a Twitter, said, “Didn’t I read you were back on your pumpkin spice shit?” I know they say there are only five love languages but I really think they should add a sixth; food.
I am going to try as many pumpkin-flavored things as I can this fall and I need to give a big shoutout to my friend Derek who bought me pumpkin spice-scented toilet spray. It is… fragrant… but it sure is festive.
Happy fall y’all <3!