Just as I was feeling rundown and listless from the week, I received some sage advice from my tea bag: “Work, but don’t forget to live.”
With all the hype that surrounds the Eiffel Tower, I had half expected to be disappointed or underwhelmed by the actual sight of it… but I wasn’t. As I craned my neck to take in the tower’s height, I kept thinking “this is really happening… I am really here… I am in Paris.” It’s one of those moments I will never forget, and it reminded me that I didn’t just love to travel, I needed to travel.
More after the jump!
I just recently returned from a week long trip to Paris and as much as I love New York, I achingly miss the Parisian joie de vivre. Life in Paris is slow, carefree, and uncomplicated. Instead of being mired by what ifs and what nexts, people in Paris know how to embrace the now and to live each day like the wonderful gift that it is. I feel so lucky to have sampled a sliver of that lifestyle if even for only a week. Each time I start to feel stressed or anxious again, I’ll just close my eyes and take myself back to Paris.
Hi Loves! Firstly, I just want to apologize for being so absent! My New Year’s resolution numero uno is definitely to be more on top of my blogging.. oh, and to get myself to stop watching Glee. Man, that show has gotten bad. I know it’s no excuse, but I have also been sick for the past week and have barely had enough energy to blow my nose never mind do anything else. But sick or not, the holidays are upon us, which means a whole new set of fun activities for New Yorkers and visitors alike.
Believe it or not, this is my first time spending Christmas in New York. I am usually either on vacation or back home with my family in California this time of year. Although I’m a bit sad I won’t be able to participate in my usual holiday traditions (Las Vegas with my girlfriends, going to temple with my mom, feasting on my dad’s chicken wings), I am happy to be hosting my younger sister next week and introducing her to the Merry explosion that happens in New York. LA during Christmas time is always a hoot because a lot of my loved ones are there, but the locale doesn’t really lend itself to Christmas-y things. The ice skating on a pond, the building snowmen in the park, the sleighing, the pine trees, the mittens, the apple cider stand, the slight nip in the air, the “chestnuts roasting on the open fire”, the “it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.” All that happens here.
I have many an updates for you including: Museum of Sex (Happy XXX-mas Har har), Central Park Zoo, Rockefeller tree lighting, Four and Twenty Blackbirds, DUMBO Brooklyn Bridge walk, Dewey’s candies, The IAC Holiday Party, visitors eating extravaganza, and a trip to some of my favorite Holiday shops around the city! But before I get into that, I’d like to share with you my.. TOP 10 NYC HOLIDAY LIST tomorrow. Please stay tuned!
If there’s one thing I love to do in life, it’s eating. It’s such a basic/essential part of the human experience. Everyone has to eat, but sadly not everyone always gets to.
My parents taught me and my sister to appreciate food at a very young age. They made sure we understood that every grain of rice was precious; that we were lucky to have a full bowl to eat every night; and that being picky and wasteful was a luxury most of the world could not afford. Even in New York City, one of the richest cities in the world, food poverty is around every corner.
As the holidays approach, I like to find ways to help others in my community whether it’s donating money, clothes, or time. This year, before Thanksgiving I will be working with Food Bank NYC which offers volunteer opportunities to help end hunger in New York. You can join in working at a local soup kitchen, packing food to be delivered to homes in need, collecting and distributing canned goods at food pantries, or campaigning to help keep the program going. I usually like to work in the soup kitchens because, I’ll admit, I’m kind of a creeper and like to watch people eat and enjoy food, but this year I’ll be part of the packing crew at Pier60. I believe the volunteer registration is closed for Thanksgiving, but they will probably need more people for Christmas as well. Please let me know if you are interested in volunteering and you can join my group for Christmas packing!
Who knows, maybe we’ll run into Kevin Bacon at this thing and ask him what he thinks of the new Footloose.
I hope everyone had a fantastic weekend and enjoyed their extra hour of sleep. I know I did! I’ve been working hard on an “eats” page for all my fellow gluttons out there so stay tuned for some of my favorite places to nosh in New York. It will feature restaurants ranging from hole-in-the-wall finds to Michelin rated haute cuisine. Whether you love ethnic or classic American dishes, there will be something for everyone. I’ll link the working project some time this week, so keep an eye out. Upcoming entires also include a visit to one of my favorite brunch places followed by a visit to my favorite New York park (and no, it is not Central Park). Here are some teaser pics!
Talk to you soon, loves!
Just like every kid, I have a lot of fond memories of Halloween growing up. I remember making the perfect witch’s costume, trick-or-treating around the neighborhoods, and eating so much candy I can’t see straight– the standard Halloween fare. Then once I was a junior in high school, all my friends decided that maybe we were too old to trick-or-treat. That’s when I died inside. From then on, my Halloween’s were spent at home giving away candy to cute little kids dressed up like cowboys and princesses and volunteering at the local haunted houses.
Then I moved to New York and found out that adults have even more fun on Halloween.
Guess what Ricky and I went as this year? Yep! Sesame Street’s beloved Bert and Ernie. To be honest, the weather was really getting me down all day, a literal damper on my mood, and I almost considered flaking on my friend’s party. We eventually made it out to Brooklyn and boy was I glad we did. We boozed, danced, and made enough hilarious memories to last me a lifetime. These pictures from the Sinners Sanctum party are courtesy of my friend Helen. Please forgive my lazy self. I bought a camera and I still don’t use it.
On actual Halloween day, I usually go see the Halloween parade in the West Village. Every year, it sounds like a good idea and every year, I end up getting pissed at how crowded it is or how I can’t see anything because I am shorter than a piece of gum on the floor. So, this time, my friend Ange and I went to a masquerade ball at The Capitale instead, where we drank and danced ourselves into a stupor… again. The costumes were incredible! It made me mad that I abandoned my Ernie costume for some homemade superhero outfit. My super power: potent farts… they call me gas chamber. Just kidding, not really. I was expecting a lot of sluts and hos, but there were a surprising number of people dressed as really, I dunno, awesome shit! Forgive the inarticulateness.
The one bad thing I will say about this party though, they really try to gouge every cent from you. Cover price: $20. Coat check: $5 per item. Vodka red bull: $12. Group dancing to Thriller for the 3rd time in the past hour: priceless. It was my first time attending one of these giant Halloween events in the city and I really would do it all over again.
I don’t know about you guys, but Fall is my absolute favorite season. The cool, crisp air, the beautiful warm hues, the excitement of the impending holidays, and the coziness of sweaters and scarves. As a SoCal to New York transplant, my love affair with seasons knows no bounds. This year, my friends and I decided to take a mini day trip to a place where Fall exists without the constant interruption of concrete buildings and taxi cabs. Annie, was kind enough to share her camera, her photos, and her craziness with me this weekend when we visited Kent, CT.
Warning: Picture heavy post
I tried to write about my family’s visit this past week, but all I can really recall is the food. That’s because we didn’t do much other than eat. Yeah, it was warm and fuzzy and the Kanhayuwas are always a funny, joyous bunch, but above all they are just hungry. Six meals in one day. This is how my parents travel. I have said it before and I’ll say it again, the best thing about having visitors is showing them how New York does food. These pictures are just from the first day and still some entrees and dishes are missing (aka have already been devoured). After day one of taking blurry, half eaten shots of our food, we all just sort of went “screw the pictures” and ate the face off New York. Now that I’ve briefed you, let’s just cut the crap and head straight for the good stuff, the pictures (in no particular order).