Sex and the City – Fervent Foodie

Eff you monday.

My favorite part of the weekend is the early morning. That coveted part of the morning when most sane people are still sleeping even though the sun is starting to joyously creeping its way across the sky. Early enough that the roads are clear and the city is calm and you tiptoe even if no one else is around just because. I actually look forward to waking up early on the weekends–I dare say it actually brings me JOY. It’s my own little slice of time to do whatever the heck I want. To be agenda-free and commitment free. Time to think or not think. Time to just be, which happens to be my favorite time of all.

This morning, let me clarify—this MONDAY morning—I awoke not filled with bliss and excitement for the day but rather cranky, angry even, and ready to flip Monday a big fat bird.

Why can’t weekday mornings be peaceful and indulgent too? Who the heck put weekday mornings into a class of untouchables? And more importantly, WHY?!

So today I said “eff you Monday.”

And I plopped myself down on the living room floor with a special weekend inspired breakfast.

A little black coffee and a leggo my eggo topped with vanilla greek yogurt and blueberries:

And I sat and enjoyed my selfish unproductivity and this deliciously sweet breakfast while the precious weekday minutes melted away…

And then I did something just downright crazy. On this Monday morning I sat still for a whole 25 minutes and watched an episode of Sex and the City Smile

And just like that, Monday morning became ever so slightly less unbearable.

Ladies who lunch

I’ve often joked that my ultimate goal is to be a Lady who Lunches.

I bet you know the lady I’m talking about. Think about the last random workday you had off from your job. If you’re anything like me, you probably headed to lunch at a local restaurant. And if you did make this wise decision, chances are you saw some ladies who lunch. These are the ladies who–on those workdays when EVERYONE else is monotonously moving through the daily grind–somehow manage to break away from it all to enjoy lunch and laughs (and perhaps a few cocktails) with each other.

I often wonder about these ladies. How did they get here? What do they do for a living (or not do for that matter) that allows them to have such decadently diverting lunches on a regular basis? How happy they must be.

While walking home tonight, my mind drifted to my adoration for this concept, and somewhere near E 4th Street I linked it to one of my my all-time favorite TV shows. Sex and the City. Four women from varied backgrounds with varied careers and varied interests BUT with a few key things in common. First, of course, they had the city. Second, would be a shared love of experiencing that city. The sights, the sounds, the food. And third, would be a love of their bond. The ladies-who-lunch-bond.

Wouldn’t it be fabulous if I had my own group of ladies to lunch with? Ladies from varied backgrounds with varied careers and varied interests. Ladies who lacked even an ounce of superficiality but instead came to the lunch table wholeheartedly and ready to just be (and also to eat of course). Ladies who (without actively trying) keep each other grounded while simultaneously lifting each other up.

Could this idea work? Would it work?

I guess you never know unless you give it a shot, right?

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Now recruiting for the Charlotte Ladies who Lunch Club. If interested, please email: ferventfoodie@gmail.com.