Egg hunts are a big deal in my family. *Way later* in life than we were supposed to have Easter egg hunts, we had the EggXtreme Egg Hunt: Teams of three. Easter Eve, once it gets dark. One person holds the flashlight but can’t speak. One person picks up the eggs but is blindfolded. The last person tells the egg-picker-upper where the eggs are, but has the bag tied behind his or her hands. Yes, of course there were t-shirts…and costumes…and a trophy. I know…you want to be a member of our family ASAP. Sidenote, folks – can we PLEASE bring this back this year???
I’ve typically been a little behind when it comes to Christmas. I hope my family is okay with gifts purchased from Port Authority on Monday night right before I head home. But while my Charlie Brown tree may remain undecorated, my cards unstamped, and the second half of “It’s a Wonderful Life” unwatched, at least I was able to get into the Christmas spirit a little by just walking around the streets of Manhattan this weekend with a friend.
The other week, one of my coworkers invited me to his apartment for Thanksgiving morning because his apartment overlooks the trail of the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. I thanked my friend for the invite but told him I was heading home to South Jersey for my favorite holiday ever. Because it is such an iconic NYC event, I would LOVE seeing the parade, but I have a feeling I will never see it in person. And that’s okay!
St. Patrick’s Cathedral is arguably (or is this even an argument?) the most iconic church in the city. It’s right across from Rockefeller Center so if you get overwhelmed by the crowds from the tree and people window shopping, you can duck in there and be quickly transported somewhere other than midtown Manhattan, somewhere peaceful.
Christmas has somehow crept up on me the last few years. I feel like at one point in my life I was thoughtful and sent out cards, bought gifts on time, and actually decorated my apartment. Because I don’t like to blame myself, I am going to blame my holiday shortcomings as of late on NYC. The city is decorated by November so I usually think “Oh, well I still have weeks to prepare, they just decorate so far in advance” and never realize when Christmas is only a week away because everything has looked the same all season.
This month’s posts would have overjoyed the Erin of the early nineties – did you notice this theme? It truly was unintentional, but I ended up having a very nostalgic November, and have zero complaints of my recent experiences with penguins, Monet’s garden, Winnie the Pooh, and American Girl Place.
Happy 4th of July, readers! I hope you all enjoy your Independence Day celebrations! My vacation has been amazing so far!
Just because I’m Irish, he thinks that I should know, Every Irish bar in Manhattan, He who was born by Galway Bay,
Where they socialize more than we do here in the USA
Happy Winter! I just wanted to write a short post to remind you of all the fun things to do in the city this time of year. I have clearly been too busy to actually *do* any of them yet, but luckily, all the holiday stuff will still be here next week when things calm down a little bit, and the rest of the winter will last another few months so I hope to fit it all in. In the meantime, catch up on some of my favorite winter posts from last year.
I am one of those people who says she doesn’t like Halloween. Everyone is always surprised when they learn that, inflating my ego with cries of “but you’re so creative!” I think there are two reasons behind this statement:
One of the items on my 27 list is to “Explore Astoria, Queens” for three main reasons:
My frousin (“it’s a family thing”) Christie just moved there
I don’t want to be one of those people who refuses to go to the other boroughs besides Manhattan (and there are plenty of people like this…)
Everyone I meet from Astoria is awesome and does something fun and creative with their lives that I wish I could do
Happy New Year! Here are some views of Times Square around noon yesterday. Yes, I was crazy / curious enough to check it out, thinking it might not be so bad 12 hours in advance of the holiday. No worries, I didn’t start any fights with the millions of slow-moving, annoying, loud tourists.
Last year at Christmas, I thought it would be a good idea to bring home a Dancing Deer gingerbread house kit from Whole Foods and make it with my sister. I thought it would be delightfully fun and turn out beautifully and it turned out being incredibly stressful and really freaking ugly. Proof is below.
Yesterday, Caitlin, Tyler, and I played “tour guide” to some of our friends from school who came up for the day. It was super fun and filled with lots of walking, holiday decorations, and good food (Caitlin always knows *the best* places to get special treats). Julie had two goals of the day, 1) to get Bobby to repropose to her in front of the tree in Rockefeller Center in front of strangers (lol) and 2) go ice skating – which, if you remember, is also on *my* holiday to-do list. Unfortunately, neither of these goals was achieved. Bobby respectfully refused to repropose and we ran into ridiculously long lines at all the ice rinks.
I don’t have any of my Christmas shopping finished yet. I just *don’t* know what to get all the wonderful people in my life!!! I want to shower them with turtle doves and diamond rings, but I just can’t find anything I really love for them. So today I made the awesome decision on the coldest day of the year so far (is this factual? feels like it) to go check out the outdoor holiday markets in Union Square and Columbus Circle. BAD MOVE! It is way too cold outside to be checking out booths and booths of jewelry, candles, and animal-shaped winter hats (which are pretty freaking cool, let’s be real here).