Saturday, July 31, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
My mom and grandma flew here on our moving weekend, and helped us out with shuttling everything from our old apartment.
Our old "temporary" apartment, ground floor, icky paint...
New place, with champagne!
A few weeks after we moved in, my cousin Chloe and aunt Connie came to look at schools and do touristy things
Us visiting Columbia
Next came Lynnea and Krista for a few days
Then Billy visited for July 4.
Manhattan Bridge and Brooklyn Bridge
Pouty face during the cheesy Empire State Building photo
After one day of repose, the Caligiuri clan took over!
Dinner at Balthazar (blurry, but the only one with all of us!)
Pre Karaoke shots with Alana
Nick and Alana
And for now, peace and quiet!
Sunday, July 4, 2010
After years of futons (college!), Ikea (Minneapolis!), and 90's leather sofas and glass coffee tables with fake gold (Europe!), and nightstand placed 4 inches from tiny kitchen that fits one person at a time (New York!), I am pleased to announce that we finally have a real place! Although it is one of the tiniest places we've lived in to date, it is ours! For the first time, we threw some budgetary caution to the wind and bought what we wanted instead of what would merely function. Nick finally got his beloved flat screen, and proudly selected our living room paint color. I put my years of collecting coffee table design books to good use, and the longing I once felt passing Jonathon Adler, et al. is finally still.
Without further ado,
2) The crowd at the entrance is my personal favorite
3) Postcards from all over
Living room before
Living room after
3) Best part of the room, great lamp and a bar stocked with crystal and alcohol!
Bedroom after (both sides of the door are painted gray, another unpopular paint request that makes the room!)
Batman and Newman, ever adaptable
View from the bedroom
Daytime view (photo courtesy of Lynnea)
As you can imagine, a place like this has attracted some visitors, more about that next time! Happy July 4!
Friday, June 25, 2010
My personal favorite, on a shop door:
Mmmm, how bout a bacon latte?
Ben and Jerry's state of the union
Ben and Jerry's parking signage, in the middle of a field (why?)
Don't dare to take the mayor's parking spot! But in case you want to leave him a note under his windshield, or assassinate him, you now know where to wait it out.
Magic Hat's technical descriptions
Dr. Seuss for grownups
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Right before our wedding in Vegas
5 years later by Lake Champlain
On this trip, eating was not a mere subset of leisure; it deserved its own category. We found some excellent breakfast joints in Burlington, and even got up early on Monday morning to make a return visit to our favorite place before the Ben and Jerry's tour.
Nick, breakfast #1
Bucket o' Spuds (home fries, Vermont cheddar, sour cream, salsa, green onion)
PB&J (we bought strawberry rhubarb)
Lake Champlain chocolate
We also snuck in a brewery tour of Magic Hat, a local brewery that is much different from Budweiser. (see St. Louis post)
Vermont is famous for its cows.... sculptures were scattered all over the place.
Consequently, Vermont is also famous for dairy products, like Ben and Jerry's ice cream, which was founded in 1978.
Ingredients, without the clever package
Stephen Colbert has his own ice cream? Apparently.
Flavor graveyard (gorgeous view!)
My favorite tombstone
And that is Vermont!
Monday, June 14, 2010
Until I can share some semi-meaningful information, a little more fluff. I've decided to start a little New York journal for Nick and I to keep a record of our funny stories and celebrity sightings. I have a strong suspicion that most people don't find the same humor in life that I do, but for now, I'll share here as well.
I was walking to get an iced coffee and came across three youngish (late teens?) boys walking toward me. I avoided eye contact, not wanting to fuel their teenage hormones or my own discomfort. And yet... middle guy said, "Would you like to smoke some marijuana with us?" And end guy followed up enthusiastically, "Party at my house, with weed!" Despite the fact that I'm much too old and married to accept this sort of invitation, I kind of wanted to because they asked so politely. I didn't respond, but I kept walking with a huge grin on my face and the impression that these young stoners will turn out to be fine gentlemen one day.
Celebrity sightings are new to me, I had literally seen zero famous people in my whole life until a few months ago! I do not gawk, but I do get a look of recognition on my face that appears before my brain gets a chance to scold my face for being so expressive. But here goes, in case anyone is interested in this sort of thing:
- Nick saw Kenneth from 30 Rock at an improv club as we were exiting. I missed him, and I was furious!
- I was running errands in Soho, it was horrible blizzard weather, and I was wearing no makeup and a stupid Iowa sweatshirt with a stupid picture of a stupid corn cob. I heart Iowa with a corncob instead of an I. And I don't even heart Iowa that much, which is probably obvious since I moved away, but it was kitschy and funny when I decided to buy it at HyVee at 1am and I only wore it because I knew it would be a snow day! I pushed through a group of slow tourists and was blinded by flashbulbs- I was about 2 feet away from Katie Holmes and Suri Cruise! It was kind of interesting and horrible to be on the "celebrity" side of the paparazzi.
- Nick saw The Edge from U2 crossing the street. He said, "Was that The Edge?!" and I said, "Who is The Edge?" A woman next to us intervened and confirmed. While she and Nick gushed, I kept asking, "Who is The Edge?"
- I saw Pete from 30 Rock at the Union Square subway station.
- I saw the Olsen twins at the ballet. Yes, they are tiny, and yes, Mary Kate looks like she could stand to eat a sandwich and wash her hair.
- I saw Magda from SATC walking around the UWS.
That's all for now! If you're lucky, Nick will update this with his taxi cab stories.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Friday, May 28, 2010
- a single abandoned men's leather shoe on the sidewalk, fair condition, wrapped in police caution tape
Then, on my way home, I discovered:
- a house cat strutting along next to pedestrians on the sidewalk, with a red collar and rabies tags. I bent over to check for an address, and a passerby said, "that's okay, he lives in the neighborhood." WHAT?! I've never seen this in New York City, a place that naturally requires cats to be either inside cats or feral cats. This little gray dude was a badass fucking city cat, one of a kind. He let me pet him, and his kind demeanor made me wonder what possessed his owners to send him outside to hang out on one of the busiest avenues in Manhattan.
- a pair of abandoned men's sneakers, fair condition, taking up a parking space between two cars. Upon seeing the second round of footwear, I couldn't help but gasp aloud, "WHAT?! the f-uuuck?" I remain perplexed. Did somebody accidentally take them off? How does that happen? Did somebody discard them on purpose, and if so, why not a trash can instead? Did somebody leave them for a planned pickup by a friend in need of extra shoe(s)? Is the city really that trustworthy?
This place is an unsolvable riddle, one of many reasons to love it. If you love it too, or love me (and since our families read this, AHEM), please consider writing to Mayor Bloomberg in support of the New York Public Library system. You can just put in your name and choose any library, and the letter is already filled out- it takes two minutes and this city full of crazies needs to have access to books written by outsiders, wouldn't you agree? You can also see a hilarious renactment of the famous New York library scene from Ghostbusters.
How was that for a segue?
Saturday, May 22, 2010
The bride unfortunately had to fly home early, but a few of us proceeded to have what I refer to as the best day of my life. Noon to 3: brunch at Bouchon, endless coffee to fuel us for 3-5: napping and making fun of commercials 5-7: drinks outside of the Wynn with a view of a waterfall, courtesy of a Canadian stag party
8-10: dinner and roulette 10-6 Irish bar, screaming Irish drinking songs with the band, hit on incessantly by British men, meet and greet with various prostitutes (note: $30 special doesn't include a ride to the airport), fist pump tutorial at MGM Grand, nap 6AM: flight home