weekend romp

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.