Adventures in tea, the Met, and Brooklyn

Adventures on Broadway and the High Line

Monika’s New York Trip: The First Night

Celebrating the Repeal of the 18th Amendment. :)

Celebrating the Repeal of the 18th Amendment. :)

Day 96— Adventures in Celebrations

It was one of those nights that was just brimming with New York magic.  A friend in California told Anthony that the Goorin Brothers (his favorite hat store) in the West Village was holding a party to celebrate Repeal Prohibition Day.  Couple that with the celebration of the big “Bonnie and Clyde” movie coming out, and we were SO there.  It was fantastic.  We didn’t know anyone there, but we dressed up, made friends with strangers, tried on some amazing hats (bought some amazing hats) and just generally had a ring-a-ding-ding time.  There was even a raffle for safe combinations (there was $3,000 in the safe).  It didn’t open, but I DID get to try and crack the safe.   

Yes, I did have work at 1am, and no, I was not late.  That’s the best part about all this—we can head home at 8pm (stopping at TWO taco trucks on the walk to the subway—gotta taste the local fare), I can grab a 3 hour nap and be good to go for work! 

This night just felt so incredibly “New York.”  I love this town. 

Cheers, y’all!

This is my favorite thing.

"Christmas music playing in my headphones is like being covered in a Teflon shield. Nothing is touching this bliss. :)"

Day 95- Adventures in Decorating

After the previous evening’s CRAZY adventure, I think we earned a day indoors.  I woke up to a massive tree in my living room and had to (sleepily) remember how it got there.  Then all the details of the AMAZING night rushed back to me, and I was once again thankful for the people we have in our life.  It was a pretty awesome weekend.

Today, we decorated.  Our Christmas decorations arrived just in time (in fact, only one box arrived the day before, and I thought that was the only one coming, so I was about to order some ornaments from Ebay Now (have I talked about Ebay Now on this yet?  It’s incredible.  More on that later).  Anyway, just as I was compiling a list for a (trendy) minimalist tree, I get an email that more boxes arrived.  I came back upstairs with my arms full, proclaiming, “IT’S A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE!!!!”  All our beloved ornaments had made it, and we spent the rest of the day listening to Christmas music, stringing lights, hanging ornaments, and just generally being merry. ;)  I ended up having to run out for more hooks.

OH!  And while I was out, I found these INCREDIBLE (and cheap!) shortbread-type cookies at the store.  I’m obsessed with them, and was quite convinced I’d found some little charming East Coast tradition—until just now, when I tried to Google them, and found out they’re produced at a bakery in Utah, and sold at such fine establishments as Wal-Mart. 

Wah-wah.  I stand by my love of them, though.  Super-tasty, super-Christmas-y.  (I’ll still include the photo—trust me when I say they’re amazing).

(Christmas) Cheers, y’all.

That is one magnificent Christmas tree.

That is one magnificent Christmas tree.

Happy Christmastime. :)

Happy Christmastime. :)

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

This magnificent tree is ready to be decorated!

This magnificent tree is ready to be decorated!

Day 94— Adventures in a Christmas Tree

Okay, something I love about my husband, and my marriage in general, is that we’re generally up for an adventure.  By “adventure,” I don’t mean the outdoorsy, camping or climbing kind of adventure, but more the “let’s move to New York!” kind of adventure.  If there’s fearless fun to be had, we’re usually up for it.  You know.  If we’re in the mood.

So when I get an email from work telling me there’s a perfectly good Christmas tree in a stand looking for a good home, we don’t see all the reasons this WON’T work— we both say, “Okay, how do we get this Christmas tree home?”

I emailed work back and was told, if it’s still there on Monday, it’s yours.  So we popped by work Monday afternoon, and noticed 1) it was totally still there.  2) It’s pretttttty big.  But still.  Free Christmas tree in New York City, and a FAMOUS one to boot!  (It appeared on telly-vision).  It was also gorgeous, (though, again, really big.  Way too big, probably).  Sadly, in the light of day, getting it home seemed an almost impossible task.  We couldn’t take it on the crowded subway, no taxi was going to haul this thing home, and we’re 50 blocks away from the apartment.  I started to let the Christmas Tree Adventure dream go…

Fast forward about 10 hours.  You know, I think there’s a reason the best adventures happen at nighttime.  There’s something about the evening that makes crazy things just feel possible.  Maybe common sense is less accessible when the sun goes away.  Maybe stars just make you crazy.  I should mention, we also spent the evening with some amazing, also rather adventurous people, all of whom were encouraging us to attempt this adventure.  (Yes.  There may also have been some alcohol fueling the courage).  But the general consensus that night was, “Oh, you’re getting that tree.”

Bottom line— we hopped a train from Duke’s Roadhouse (yes, that’s a real place—see Day 30) to work at around midnight.  We picked up the tree and carried it to the street.  And then I boldly flagged down the first cab and asked (very nicely) if he’d help us get our Christmas tree home.  He said he couldn’t, but we should look for one of the SUV/mini-van cabs.  As luck would have it, an SUV cab drove right up.  And this cab driver was AWESOME.  Super-friendly, and super-determined to get us home with a tree.  There was much pushing and pulling, but that tree fit in that cab, along with both of us (come to think of it, he may have mentioned it wasn’t his cab.  So maybe he was less concerned about pesky things like pine needles and sap).  Bottom line— 15 minutes later, we hauled the tree out of the cab, into an elevator, and into our living room.

That was when I realized just how large this tree is. 

It’s really big, y’all.  Definitely the largest tree we’ve ever had.  But instead of calling it our “huge Christmas tree in our tiny apartment,” I’m calling it our MAGNIFICENT tree.  Our splendid, splendid tree.  

The story of Our First New York Christmas Tree is one we’re going to tell every year, and I love it.  I love that I have a partner in crime who’s going to figure out a way to haul a splendid Christmas tree 50 blocks.  I love that I live in a city where adventures like this are possible.  And I really, really love Christmas.

God bless us, everyone.

Cheers, y’all. 

WE GOT THE TREE HOME!!!!

WE GOT THE TREE HOME!!!!