St. Nicholas Park

Its right across the street from Amy's. We decided to walk through there before heading out to eat and took pictures by the bleachers. Looked like any regular ol' court, cept this one had different colored fallish leaves on the ground, glistening from the rain.



P.S: I cant jump for shit. Don't judge me.

Everythiiiing $2.75

We bumped into a Dominican bakery with Colombian and central American employees on the Lower East Side Friday afternoon and I swear, every customer who walked in there and ordered something was charged the same amount. No matter what. "$2.75" the lady at the register said. Some young boy who was walking home from school ordered about 4pastries AND two drinks. I was about to order me a cake that fed 25 people for that price! Que barato!


I really cant tell the difference between good and bad Dominican cake but Raquel said it wasn't as moist as it should have been. The baker knows best.




At least I got to enjoy a well tasting Country Club Soda. It was my first time trying it. Yes, I know I've been sleeping on them...no need to tell me so.

A little bit of Gramercy, a little bit of Gucci

It was a rainy Friday evening, but that didn't stop the girls and I from meeting up with Amy's friend Drenita at Gramercy Tavern for some dinner and drinks with whimsical names. I enjoyed my meatballs and Concord Crush while the girls enjoyed their meatballs, sea bass and their champagne. Don't ask me what type because a mi no me gusta el champagne. lol






The night was young and well so are we, so we popped open our umbrellas and skipped along to The Bowery Hotel where apparently there was a Gucci party for I don't know what going on. Amy's friend had us on the list and we hung out amongst very nice dressed new yorkers (something that is very rare to see). There was an open bar all night, so Amy and Drenita took advantage and drank a lifetime supply of champagne while Raquel and I scouted for potential candidates to enter the "Amy needs a boo for winter" contest. lol No luck with that.



I was trying to blend in with all the "model type" people by giving the crowd the zoolander face. You know because nowadays EVERYONE is a model. yeah right!






Attention all NYCity Gentleman: If you're tall, lanky, good looking, Dominican with no strings attached and with a j-o-b, please contact Amy at AmyAnaiz@aanaizphotography.com. Shes a doll. ;)

If you mess with me

* Ill come into your sweet little cupcake shop

* take pictures with your un-carved pumpkin

* Have my friend eat all your not so good key lime cupcakes

* Take pictures of the pirate on the witness protection program doing a horrible job

* Take pictures of the pirate's boo Pablo doing a horrible job.

Don't tell me not to take pictures of you because you "cant be on the Internet" and that you "cant be on facebook" because believe me, you WILL be on the Internet. =)

Hungry Hungry Hippo

After an extremely loooooong afternoon at a local hair salon in Harlem, Raquel and I were Starvin McMarvin so we took a train to the Lower East Side for our first meal of the day at Fat Hippo. It's a very cute and small restaurant that played the best music out there. I was hoping to get my hands on the cd mix that was on rotation, (they played John Legend, The Roots, Amy Winehouse amongst others) but I got my hands on their mini burger sliders a La' Fondue instead. We were the only ones there and I kinda liked that. No loud, annoying conversations to interrupt the nice music and the sounds of our chewing. LoL.

A Backdrop in Every Corner

Lower East Side

9Th Ave, Meat Packing District

Lower East Side (yes, that's Raquel!)

9Th ave at 14Th st. Old Navy Pumpkin Patch, Meat Packing District

Lower East Side (btwn Rivington and Stanton)

The city is my scene and I am the actress. lol. Ok Ill never say that again but that's how I feel sometimes when im visiting NYC. Everything looks like its right off of a set or a photo shoot.

Who needs JC Penny professional portraits when you can just buy a plane ticket to the city that never sleeps? Ha ha ha!

Farewell Distant Lover

My flight leaves in a little less than 3 hours and I don't want to go home yet. Its not that I've had enough of the city, (I can have a little more of it) but I just don't want to deal with work. Can someone send me the winning ticket for the lotto and my boo? Id really appreciate it. Thanks.


A personal note for EnYCee:

Even with your shitty attitude, you know that day when you rained ALL day, You were Lovely.