sooooo if you follow me on instagram you may have seen my insanely professional stalker collage of my meeting with Lady Sonja Morgan where we became BFF’s at SoulCycle.
okay so perhaps we didn’t become friends and it was more like me trying not to stare in the mirror the entire time at her over on her bike front and center next to the man friend she arrived with.
you know this was the highlight of my weekend in every way – so I will recap the entire experience for you 🙂
on Friday after lunch and wandering around for a bit, we went to the SoulCycle on the Upper East Side for a 5:00 class.
we got there early so my friends could do the first-timer-paperwork (which I didn’t have to do because I am a SoulCycle expert who did it ONCE and couldn’t feel my crotch for a week and my right leg for two. not my left, but my right thigh was torture for two weeks. I’m a spin-master)
there were only about 2 other people there since we were early, and suddenly, my ears perked up IMMEDIATELY at the sound of a very familiar voice.
I look over and BE STILL MY BRAVO BEATING HEART ITS SONJA!!!
expert stalking photo exhibit A
she was with an older man friend, which, clearly was not a lover because he was definitely over the age of 25.
so, I hear her voice, and slowly turn to her just sitting there no make up waiting to enjoy spin class with me. luckily, one of my friends is as big of a housewives fan as I am, and (in the same mumbled tone that chandler uses when saying IM TRAPPED IN AN ATM VESTIBULE WITH JILL GOODACRE)
I turn to her and say
“sonja. morgan. is. stitting. directly. to. our. left.”
SO. we go stand in the locker room to put our shoes on and I am KICKING myself for not going over and sitting down next to her to put my spin shoes on.
she was CLEARLY waiting for me to sit next to her in that big open spot to her left.
luckily my friend stealthily snapped this stalker pic for photographic evidence of my second housewives sighting
(my first was about 4 years ago Vicki walked past me on Hubbard street in Chicago…. once again, the voice was heard before face was seen – Lord knows you can’t miss Vicki’s voice).
….. but I digress ….
SO. I wanted so badly to be a freak and ask for a picture, but she had no make up on and was in gym clothes and I figured no way in hell would she be pleased about that. I was scared I’d forever have a bad housewife memory if her reaction was not a good one.
so instead I just watched her as much as possible in the mirror during class.
it was the fastest 45 minutes ever, and I don’t know if its because the biggest loser contestant instructor lady was so motivating and the music was awesome and I was having fun whilst sweating my ass of, or because I knew a Real Housewife was in my immediate presence, but I would bet its the Housewife.
theres nothing like the high from a bravo sighting to get you pumped.
I also did my best to channel my inner Unicorn for the whole class.
so, she looked great. no make up and in just leggings and a white tee.
her skin is fabulous.
she had her glasses on the top of her head and kept messing with them just like she does on the tv.
and, biggest shocker, NO MISSING FRONT TOOTH so hopefully she’s finally found a dentist and solved that problem for good 🙂
anyways, the weekend in NYC was great.
one of the highlights was eating at Stanton Social where I ate forever ago and just had to go back strictly for the french onion soup dumplings.
they are insanely good.
I wore my new BB Dakota Capelet and love it.
we did lots of shopping saturday after brunch at mercer kitchen,
for brunch and shopping I wore my fringe sweatshirt – it’s on sale (and I snagged it on super sale with a code, runs TTS)
then more dining and galavanting about.
so, that is the story of the weekend I became best friends with a new york housewife.