Looking back at the 3,000+ photos on my phone, I’ve realized that I always take a lot of pictures with every intention of blogging, but then I forget and move on with my life. Well, not this time, because I keep getting the “almost out of storage” message on my phone so these photos need a new home.
Michael & I went to New York this past weekend for his old college roommate’s wedding in Brooklyn and it was the best wedding I’ve ever been to. I love the couple and the location so I knew it would be pretty great regardless. I mean really, if you had to make a dream wedding Pinterest board into real life, this would be it.
Naturally, I took way too many photos so I’m going to share a 4 part series of our adventure in New York, mostly so that no meal be forgotten. 😉
Unrelated to food, but because it’s highly unlikely I’ll be able to visit again, I first have to write about my first Drybar experience. I found out about Drybar from a blogger I followed in 2010*, literally a day before they opened. (Now they are a huge franchise nationwide and said blogger is a super successful wedding planner, and here I am just now getting my first blowout, so hey, maybe some of us move slower than others.) I’m in that horrible growing out phase of my hair so I don’t love it and the thought or trying to do my hair for a wedding on a 89 degree day in September was not great. When I realized, “hey, you’re in new york, people are better at this than you,” I still went back and forth deciding on spending the $45, but then finally just made the appointment to lock in my decision. I spent a good 30 minutes stalking photos of other blowouts tagged @ Drybar (this is normal, right?) and then I was excited to have a little treat-yo-self adventure in Brooklyn.
*i’m also now convinced that my countless hours wasted reading blogs for years now is finally paying off.
First of all, it’s just as cute as I imagined it would be. Simple, clean, white, yellow, gray. Yes please. I opted for the cosmo-tai, which is just a mix of the mai-tai & cosmopolitan styles: beachy, messy, loose curls. Then I opted for a glass of prosecco because why not? My saint of a boyfriend, who had no clue what the hell I was even doing, tagged along and waited patiently while I got my hour-long blowout.
The verdict? I’ve never been one to spend money on myself for things that I can very well do on my own, but I learned that I definitely can not blowdry my hair into perfection so I was happy to pay up. Its a good thing we don’t live near a Drybar, because I would absolutely make room in my budget for weekly trips. There is actually a blowout bar in Richmond now, but I judge books by their covers and judging by their lookbook, I can’t really convince myself it’s worth a trip. But if you are ever near a Drybar, I can’t recommend it enough. Treat. Yo. Self.
Drybar Boerum Hill
215 Pacific Street
Brooklyn, NY 11201