In the past year since I moved to New York City, my life seemed to settle down quite a bit. You’ve probably noticed this because of the slow down on the blog. Don’t get me wrong, New York City is filled with crazy, and every day you take your life into your hands just by walking outside. Literally, going into the subway these days might as well be suicide. But, in the past year, I’ve moved into a great apartment on my own, landed a new job, started volunteering at a cancer hospital…I’m basically awesome and perfect at being a New Yorker. There has been little of the crazy that was following me all over Boston, like when I took my friends out to dinner and we ended up starring in a reality show, or that time the limo with the fully stocked wet bar picked me up on Comm Ave. There was one night at Sparks Steakhouse that was pretty interesting…but I digress.
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So I’ve never experienced this before, but I think it will be pretty cool.
If you’re in New York City tonight at sunset, watch as “the setting Sun aligns precisely with the Manhattan street grid, creating a radiant glow of light across Manhattan’s brick and steel canyons,” according to Hayden Planetarium. This phenomenon, known to us as Mahattanhenge, is kind of like Stonehenge in the U.K., where the “Sun rises in perfect alignment with several of the stones, signaling the change of season.” Except, you know, I’m pretty sure ours is a fluke.
On Sunday, my friends Katie, Lindsey and myself headed out to Brimfield, MA for the Brimfield Antique Show. This was my first ever antique show. However, I have been to the Swap Shop in Fort Lauderdale, FL many times, and I can safely say that Brimfield is way classier, yet, still, not very classy at all, if that’s possible.
They say one man’s trash is another man’s treasure, and that was never more clear to me than on Sunday. While some booths contained beautiful furniture, glass fixtures, and jewelry, others were selling baby doll heads and used socks. I’m not totally sure what the exact definition of “antique” is, but I know it does not include gum wrappers or old oil cans.
No, this is not the title of my future world-famous children’s book. My friend Rebekah (referred to here as McSkillet because she’s very important and well-known), was kind enough to share her zoo-journey with me today via email pics, and I in turn, am kind enough to share them with you. Because they’re awesome. And because the Woodley Park Zoo in Washington, DC might be one of the greatest places on earth. Aside from the Zoo Bar across the street, of course.
Here’s hoping these pics can make up for the closing of my beloved Cafe International on Connecticut Ave NW. I just knew that place couldn’t stay open without my morning brew and muffin. And Phil’s cappuccino with no sugar. Seriously. This kid. Every morning.
When you haven’t been home in a while, you appreciate it more when you come back. This summer, I’ve been spending most of my weekends on Long Island, so imagine my enthusiasm to once again cross the Hudson on the Bear Mountain Bridge. Here are some pics from my bberry. Also, can’t forget the Manhattan skyline (this time from the Throgs Neck, because, don’t worry, I still made it to LI). I love New York.
In the eight years I’ve lived in Boston (off and on), I’ve done the Freedom Trail about one bigillion times. Funnily enough, I’d never finished the damn thing. In all the times that I’ve started following that red line toward the State House, past the Granary Burying Ground, toward Old City Hall and past the Old South Meeting House, I’d never once made it across the Harbor, into Charlestown and up Bunker Hill. Until this past weekend.
With my best friend Sam coming for a visit, I was determined to finish the Freedom Trail if it killed us. And it almost did. Those 300 or so steps to the top of the Bunker Hill Monument nearly did me in, and my legs are still sore (translation: I need to work out more). But sitting at the top of Bunker Hill, with the breeze blowing and the sky a bluer blue than I’ve seen in quite some time, I knew that taking a Saturday to complete the Freedom Trail was definitely worth it.
Someone in Boston really wants me to go sailing this weekend. I opened up my inbox this morning to find not one, but TWO e-mails telling me that sailing in the Harbor is the new thing to do, and I can get it at a discount!
First off, the Boston Sailing Center will be hosting an Open House Saturday, May 1 and Sunday, May 2 at it’s Lewis Wharf location. Free sailboat rides will be offered, as well as discounted memberships and lessons.
In addition, today’s Boston Groupon is a 50 percent discount on either sailing lessons or a leisure cruise with Courageous Sailing of Charlestown. For $95, you and two friends can either learn to sail or take a calm two-hour coast in the Boston Harbor. While this sounds really lovely, I wonder why three people would want to take what seems to me like a romantic cruise on a sailboat…I mean, I can think of some reasons, but it’s not anything I would want to participate in.
Anyway, take advantage of the beautiful weekend (and hopefully future beautiful weather ahead of us). Bon Voyage!
There was little I knew about Mystic, CT before I went there two weeks ago. I knew there was a famous pizza place where Julia Roberts said the f-word a lot and Kit dated a married guy. And I knew that it was on the water. Suffice it to say, neither of those two facts would have made a good tourist brochure.
But now, having been there, I can tell you it’s absolutely beautiful, and a great place to throw yourself back in time. As my mom likes to say whenever she visits a historic place, “I’m pretending.” In Mystic, mom pretended she was wearing lots of gingham and singing shanty tunes in the local schoolhouse. She gets into it.