Weekend Column

Weekend Romp: The six W’s for any weekend adventure

I am a big faker. I’ve been writing this column all semester about great weekends in New York. The truth is, I haven’t explored the city on the weekend since February. Instead, every weekend, I pack a bag, grab my bike, and get the hell out of Dodge (literally).

Appreciating the top of the morning

New Yorkers are, by and large, not morning people. I think that’s why we invented brunch, or at least act like we did.

Dress to impress the bouncer

Over spring break I was gallivanting around Germany with one of my suitemates. In Frankfurt, a friend told us that the place to be on a Wednesday night was the club underneath the European Central Bank. Excited for the momentary lapse of the “war on fun” and the prospect of walking up to a bouncer without the usual drop in the stomach and sweat on the brow, I got dressed up in cute clothes and ready for a night on the town.

Weekend Romp: Flying Solo in Union Square

Last week, I had a date. Except it wasn’t really a date—we were supposed to meet up when he got back into the city after Shabbat dinner in Queens, but I knew that he probably wasn’t going to make it back on time.

Weekend Romp: Debating Dumas and the Naked Truth

I have a little bit of an obsession with the human form.

This is possibly a side effect of my chosen sports, roller skating and cycling, which mean that I’ve squeezed myself into spandex at least five days a week since I was three years old. Being in contact with the near-naked form on a regular basis, I developed some major body-image issues—but also a keen curiosity and appreciation for the human body.

Weekend Romp: Don't Put Babeland in a Corner

For my 20th birthday last week, I wanted to celebrate by doing something new and exciting.