This past weekend, Jeff and I went to New York.

It was a bit frustrating traveling with holiday traffic, knowing that someone was waiting for us with keys to the apartment but constantly getting held up with having to sit in long lines at toll booths (EZ Pass is totally the way to go). By the time we got there, we were exhausted but had the day to wind down and mellow out for a few hours before attending a 50′s themed muscle beach party at my friend’s apartment. We left just as the party really started to pick up since we wanted to get a good night’s rest…which we got. Minus the fact that a mattress fell on my face in the middle of the night. And no, I wasn’t sleeping under the bed.

We had an AMAZING photo session with my friend, Shannon. All locations were in my old stomping grounds in Williamsburg, Brooklyn which was meaningful to me and the photos turned out to be pretty freaking awesome if I do say so myself. It poured down rain in the middle of the session but it gave us a good excuse to go back to her apartment and do a wardrobe change. I am so excited to get them back and show them off because we couldn’t have asked for better photos…Thank you Shannon for being awesome! It was neat being the client for once =)

All amazingness aside, as Jeff and I were walking up to my car yesterday he made the comment “hey, the car’s still there.” Jokingly, of course. But when we got to the car, we notice that the rear passenger window is completely busted and the papers from my glovebox scattered everywhere. The jerks only got away with the GPS and we could tell that they tried getting into the trunk through the back seat but were unsuccessful. Nothing else was damaged or defaced and we still had all four tires in tact. It could have been worse.

My rescue squad and this broken window is brought to you by Fed Ex.

Jeff gets so distraught that he lights a cigarette. (jk, it’s just lip balm)

Alanda draws a lovely scenery so that we can still enjoy some sort of view from that window. Notice the actual beehive she draws for my hair.

Me and Jeff with the incident report. I look pissed but I’m really alright.

I love these people. I really, really do.