Tuesday, December 14, 2010
for those of you who live in a more habitable climate, my hats off to you. for those of you who live in a world of seasonal clothing being switched out between bouts of profuse sweating and chapped lips coupled with runny noses, our time has come. yesterday was down right balmy in the forties mid-morning but, after feasting on sushi and udon i came out of the midtown eatery in which i had cozied up for the past 90 minutes to the first snow of the season.
the first snow is wonderful and magical and brings the wonderment of childhood out of even the most cynical new yorkers.
in addition, it is a sweet little warning of what is to come.
regardless of your feelings about winter weather, it is a certainty that there is no one better with whom to share the visceral seasonal change, than ms. laura hahn.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
thanks to my fabulous friend jackie, i got to witness santacon first hand this weekend. although i was dressed in tiffany blue and was dead sober, i managed to get into the spirit of this holiday inspired pub crawl. not much compares to a throng of red velvet covered nyu students inebriated midday, navigating the course of west village streets and jonesing for their next beverage.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Halloween has come and gone and, instead of dressing as my favorite slain Tejano sensation, Selena Quintanilla, as I have been meaning to for a good many years, I went to Suburbia, USA to witness the pissing contest known as trick or treating with the fam. Thanksgiving was spent just as I had intended, in my finest sweats, watching bad television and throwing calorie caution to the wind while consuming an entire pizza on my couch. Alone. I cannot express how thankful I was for a day to eat without guilt in a fantasy world of reruns and infomercials. With Christmas upon us, the weather is changing, as is the spirit. With no real regard or respect for the other arbitrary annual holidays, I have been and will forever be a big fan of Christmas.
This could be perhaps because Christmas has never resulted in my being some sort of Jane Fonda protege, dressing as a last minute aerobic instructor with divorcing parents doing their best to recreate the Drew Barrymore classic, "Irreconcilable Difference: The Halloween Edition." Nor has this magical celebration ever been a day of missed connections and limited leg room encountered when traveling on the busiest day of the year, meaning jacked up flight costs and overbooked voyages a plenty.
Instead, for me, Christmas has resulted in crooked trees, unidentifiable Jell-O molds, and hours of wrapping presents I could never really afford to purchase in the first place. Disastrously beautiful. Christmas is the smell of pine, the warmth of a fire, and the sweetness of your mother's homemade fudge. Christmas is chaotic and stressful and expensive and ... home.