September 30, 2012

Running Up The Hudson

This morning Andrea and I took a nice, long, scenic run up the Hudson River, starting at Battery Park. 

There's been some confusion with regard to how long the run actually was--
our speedometer watches said 8.25, google maps says 9.18, so I'm pretty sure we ended up doing somewhere around 9 miles
--but it doesn't really matter in the end. 

Statue of Liberty

Batter Park Pier

New Jersey

A Fire Boat

My new iphone takes panoramic photos! 

What has made your weekend enjoyable?

September 28, 2012

Fill In The Blank Friday

1.  My first memory is    of what I thought was taking my first steps. I was on my mom and dad's bed, with one of them on each side, and I was walking from one to the other. I was later told I did not take my first steps on a bed, so my first memory might just be of me walking on a bed. Ha.  .

2.  My first love was    probably my friend Ben. Our moms were best friends while they were pregnant with each other, and we were born only a week apart, so he's my oldest friend, since I've known him since before I was born. We were inseparable as little kids and I'm pretty sure we were smitten with each other as little tots. There's a really cute picture of him kissing me on the cheek as babies  .

3.  My very first favorite color was    purple. At least it's the first color I remember liking, which is funny because I hate it now. When I was in third grade this super cool girl, Heather, who was a grade ahead of me, said her favorite color was purple, so it obviously became mine too. So when I started gymnastics, I insisted on a purple leotard, which I quickly realized I hated. But my mom was all, nope, you made your choice, you're keeping it until you grow out of it. So suffering through a year of gymnastics in an ugly purple leotard is probably why I hate purple so much now.

4. The first time I really felt like a "grown-up" was when     I started working after college and was, for all intents and purposes, financially independent. Going back to grad school sort of threw a monkey wrench in that, but for a few years I was supporting myself, living abroad thousands of miles from my parents, and I really felt like a grown up. Five years later, I realize I'm still pretty far from being a "grown-up."

5. The first thing I do when I wake up in the morning is   check my phone to see if it's not actually 6am and I can sleep for a while longer, then get up, brush my teeth, and turn on my computer to check my email while I have some coffee .

6. The first CD (cassette tape, record, etc...) I ever bought was    Tragic Kingdom by No Doubt, The Grease soundtrack, and the Space Jam soundtrack. I had eclectic taste in music, even as an 11-year-old  .

7.  My first car was  non-existent. I've never owned a car. But my first mode of transportation was a scooter that I bough when I moved to Rome. It was a wine-colored Scarabeo; like a Vespa, but a different brand.

Don't forget to link up with Lauren

September 25, 2012

Pastry Hopping in New York City

Like I said, this weekend my friend Paige was visiting from Washington D.C., so we decided to do all of our favorite things in the city--namely, hit up all of our favorite Sweets Spots.


We started with breakfast from this sweet little bakery on the south side of Bryant Park, followed by a day of window shopping along 5th Ave at Ted Baker, some fancy jewelry boutiques, and Bergdorf Goodman.

After a lot of walking around, we were hungry! A failed quest for a Korean Taco food truck led us all the way town to Korea Town where we settled for a 4:30pm lunch/dinner hybrid of Korean BBQ at a sit-down restaurant.

All the walking and eating left us tuckered out, so we took ourselves home, changed into PJs, opened a bottle of wine, and gave ourselves ManiPedis while watching The Wire.


On our way to our friend Sadia's Birthday Brunch we stopped at Bomboloni, my favorite Italian doughnut shop on 68th and Columbus, to pick some up to bring. We may have stopped to eat some there. 

After brunch we took a walk around the East Village and stopped at John Derian & Co., a quirky little store with all kinds of fun things for the home. 

That evening we had plans to go to the San Gennaro street festival in Little Italy, but as soon as we got there it started pouring rain. We took refuge under the cigar tent until the worst was over. 

When the rain died down a bit, we ducked into a little Italian restaurant, Parm, for some fried calamari and a meatball sandwich. 

When we left it was stil raining, so instead of going all the way to Williamsburg, as planned, we took our wet selves home.


Sunday was beautiful and sunny, so I decided to wear my Birds in Flight Dress
(My self-photography skills leave something to be desired).
As predicted, it paired nicely with neutrals, and was comfortable, yet elegant. 

For brunch we went to Bosie Tea Parlor, Paige and my favorite place in New York. It's a cafe/wine bar where all the servers wear hats and all the books on the shelves seem to be related to Oscar Wilde somehow. Their savory dishes and brunch are also amazing, but what they're really famous for is their macarons.

They have an incredible selection of teas--stored in these amazing copper jars--with flavors like Rosemary Caramel and Lapsang Souchong, and their pastries are to die for. They serve crumbly scones with homemade raspberry jam and unbelievable clotted cream they get straight from a dairy farm in New Jersey.

After Brunch we took a leisurely walk around the West Village, popping into shops and admiring the beautiful brownstones.

Paige's train back to D.C. was that afternoon, so around 4 we headed back uptown to collect her things and say goodbye. Luckily I get to see her again in two weeks at our friend Emily's wedding in Maine!

September 24, 2012

NYC Ballet Fall Gala Homage to Valentino

This weekend my friend Paige was in town visiting from Washington D.C. and we had a delightful three days full of long walks around the city, delicious treats, and catching up on some much needed girl talk, along with several episodes of The Wire (we're both obsessed).

We kicked off the weekend on Thursday evening, with our friend Erica, at the New York City Ballet Fall Gala Homage to Valentino

Every fall, the NYC Ballet hosts a fall gala, a star-studded event (at $5000 a ticket it's quite exclusive) complete with a champagne reception, orchestra seats to the Gala show, and an exquisite banquet to follow. 

We obviously didn't do any of that. 

Instead, we got $29 tickets in the fourth balcony, and stared in awe at all the pretty people going by on the red carpet (we had to go in the boring regular entrance for us "poors".)

(Even rich people have to wait in line sometimes)
This year's event was particularly special because Valentino, the iconic couturier and creator of "Valentino red," designed the costumes for the fall Gala, a life-long dream of his. So the academy decided to honor him by making the show an Homage to Valentino.

I didn't get any closeups of the costumes, so here are some I found online.

This was one of my favorite dresses. The triangles are a hat tip to the 1920s.
All the black and white dresses had red and pink petticoats!
He's so small and orange!

Even from up on the 4th balcony, the show was amazing and the costumes were breathtaking, and as with all wonderful things, it was over much too soon. 

Shadows of ballet-goers against the wall

Some photos from the last act, Couture:

Final bows:

Valentino at the apex of the V

We asked about five people to take a photo of the three of us, and they were ALL awful.
This is the best we got. 
The fountain at Lincoln Center

How I love the Ballet!