My Trip to New York: In a Nutshell


I had arrived on Thursday night and Dave took me for pizza. Long Island has not shortage of delis or pizza places with Italian names all claiming the Island’s best pizza. Friday was spent around his hometown of Northport and Saturday was New Year’s Eve, which was spent in Queens with his friends from high school (all of whom were lovely and hilarious and fun). We lounged New Year’s Day. He got bagels for breakfast brunch from one his favorite places and we walked from his parents’ house to the beach, where it was brisk, but nice. We visited the North Fork for wine tasting on Tuesday, where we ended up bringing back 14 or so bottles. I fell asleep in the car. Dave found it hilarious to take a picture of my with my head back, completely knocked out, with my mouth open. It was not one of my more flattering pictures but it brings him immeasurable entertainment. I will delete it off his phone when he isn’t looking.

We made it home in time to watch the Oregon Ducks emerge as Rose Bowl Champions. Fantastic. Tuesday was the day to go to NYC. I could give you a play-by-play of the trip into NYC but the visual tour just does it so much more justice. (click to enlarge)

I hadn’t seen the Statue of Liberty up close. In all the times I have visited NYC. Mental note: Winter is not the time to do it. It was so cold that tears were literally drawn from my eyes by the biting wind.

South Street Seaport. More importantly, the point at which I begin to feel my ears again


 
 

South Street Seaport was downright balmy compared to Battery Park

So much warmer here. If 40ish degrees is considered warm.


 
 
 
 

The most amazing display of all edible Italian things. Following the traumatic cold at Battery Park, Dave took me to Eataly where we were amazing/overwhelmed at the marketplace and cafe(s) of Eataly. Go there. It’s awesome.

I was dying to see this tree. I was unimpressed. So much space between those branches! And colored lights aren’t my favorite. But I still like this photo, which comes complete with protestors in the background.


 
 
 
 

Heading to a subway station on the way home, I subjected Dave to taking photos next to pretty things like this fountain, which we are blocking. But trust me. It was pretty. Pretty and cold.

We shopped on Wednesday and I got a taste of some Long Island culture when a mother of two began yelling (in a voice not unlike that of Janice from “Friends”) at her young son for pushing his younger brother in a stroller while she was busy in J Crew. Later, another woman who donned bleached white hair, a faux fur wrap, serious raccoon eyes and enough gold jewelry to retire thanks to cash4gold.com, was wearing so much perfume, I had a sneezing fit. My eyes began to swell and it was all down hill. We left and I went home and napped. Then took a long steaming shower to remove that horrific scent from my nasal cavities. Long Island Mall: 1, Colleen: 0.

Thursday I had sushi. Kind of. I had bites of Dave’s tuna because the seaweed brings back awful flashbacks from college where we had 3 rice cookers (one of which was branded with Hello Kitty) and a constant supply of dried seaweed and kimchee. I actually ordered the teriyaki chicken because I wasn’t feeling adventurous. But his tuna roll thing was tasty. We spent the evening on our last full day in Queens again, having dinner with Eric and Maria. Maria is Irish and her accent is fairly awesome. The 4 of us laughed, drank wine and indulged in what we all agreed were calories that don’t count since we were on vacation. I really enjoyed having dinner with the two of them (our hosts from NYE) and I’m glad Dave got to spend some time with them too.

Friday was spent in the air before we landed in SFO. Vacation was officially over 12 hours later when I was back at work but at least I had a full week to unplug and unwind.

It was fantastic.



The Village


I love Dave’s hometown. We walked around the village yesterday, down to the dock. It was sunny and 50 degrees (in New York. In late December.) Fabulous.

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Airport Randoms


I’m writing this 36,000 feet in the air on my phone, hoping that I will in fact be able to save this post despite being in airplane mode. Fingers crossed.

*Update: a draft does in fact save locally. Score one for me and technology. But mostly me.*

I’m flying to Ohio to surprise my friend Kate for her 30th birthday which is actually tomorrow. So that means that I currently have nothing but time on my hands because airplanes force me to disconnect from all things internet. Also, I’m not posting this til Thursday night (it is currently Wednesday at 7pm local time, whatever local may be right now), after I actually see Kate. I don’t wanna spoil the aforementioned birthday surprise, thus undoing all the effort to throw her off the trail (i.e., posting a happy birthday message on her Facebook wall because “work is just gonna be SO busy today and tomorrow). Her boyf and I have been in cahoots planning this for about 3 weeks now and I have no intention of blowing it a mere 20 hours beforehand because I’m bored on the plane and wanted to blog to pass the time.

I’m sure you follow my thought process here.

That said, here some of the thoughts that run through my head during traveling:

Old ladies have approached me on two separate occasions asking for help with off-the-wall things like, where does one go to pick up their mother who suffers from dementia and is flying in alone? I’m not even remotely dressed like a Southwest agent. I would understand if the question was, where is the bathroom? or do you have the time? Apparently I look approachable and like I might know stuff. This is exactly why I don’t where red and khaki to Target. Anymore.

Why are there so many people wearing scrubs that the Phoenix Airport? Even if it was a medical convention, and despite how comfy scrubs are, who travels in scrubs? Oh wait…I do.

This plane smells like a day old turkey sandwich that has been left on the table. I believe it might at one time have been a sandwich garnished with mayo and tomato. I think I might get my uber-sensitive nose from my mother.

Why is the plane so frickin’ freezing? It’s making me sniffly and I’m sure it’s not becoming to the people on either side of me. Yes, that means I have a middle seat. Twice.

Speaking of middle seats, I think it’s poor airplane etiquette to be traveling with your husband, and not sit together, just so you each can have an aisle seat, forcing me, the lone traveler, to squeeze in the middle. Yes, that is directed at you, lady sitting next to me.

I’m being told to power off all electronic devices. Columbus, Ohio, here I come….



How I Spend My Day Off


Weekend getaways are OK in my book


One of the things that I told myself upon moving back to CA was that I needed to take advantage of day trips and the fact that pretty much 2 hours in any which direction will take me to the mountains, the ocean, the forest or the desert. Not that I plan on going to the latter 2 but hey, it’s good to know I have options.

Since my parents were beach-bound Wednesday night, and I had Saturday and Sunday off, I joined them.

A little known fact is, that while I was born and raised in Napa, I actually lived in Santa Cruz (technically Scotts Valley but at the time, it wasn’t even a big enough town to have a high school) for about 18 months. Apparently that is the magical amount of time I can live away from this town.

We moved South when I was half-way through my 4th grade school year. This happened to also be the same year I got glasses. Glasses and braces and a new school. I like to call that the nerd-trifeca.

4th grade wasn’t bad since I got to Scotts Valley in time for softball season and I could at least hold my own on the field so that deflected from the fact that my glasses were the size of saucers and practically took up all of my face. 5th grade was even better because by that time I had made friends and it also happened to be the year that I hit my first (and only) grandslam. I think I also had my first “boyfriend” in 5th grade but all that meant was that he was under obligation to pick me for his team in kickball. But, it also happened that his family was part of the circle of friends my family made while in Santa Cruz. We would plan summer picnics at the beach and we would all pack our boogey boards and lunch and meet at the beach. Summers were good in Santa Cruz. We moved back to Napa right before 6th grade started but went back to visit during the summers for a while after moving.

Then my mom’s college friend offered to let us stay in her beach house down there, which was literally on the beach…we’re talking, ‘good morning ocean’ right-on-the-beach. That became our summer retreat but as we got older, we didn’t frequent Santa Cruz much. Summer baseball took up most of our time. But now as an adult (a term I use loosely, since I’m still under my father’s roof) there is no more summer baseball in which I’m having to play/attend.

Just arrived

Just arrived

So, right. My mini-break. My parents left for the beach house on Wednesday night and I met up with them Saturday afternoon, making the 2-hour drive with my laptop and verizon internet card in the passenger seat so I could listen to the Mets game until the the wheels fell off Johan Santana’s wagon and the Phillies broke it open in the 4th, at which point I went back to the radio to listen to the Giants game and to hear Kuip and Dave Flemming rag on Kruk, a new iPad owner. I LOLed.

I arrived around 3 or so and my mom and her friend were holding down the fort while my dad got a quick round of golf in. We lounged and enjoyed adult beverages while my mom’s friend went totally gourmet and whipped up some snacks. And by snacks I mean homemade potato chips with creme fraîche and caviar. No big deal. Just another day at the beach. I actually had never tried caviar before and I was pleasantly surprised to find out I liked it! The creme fraîche really complements the flavor of the caviar. Doesn’t that last sentence sound so fancy, like I know what I’m talking about? I totally don’t, but it tasted good when I ate it so I will attribute it to the flavor combos.

My first experience with caviar

My first experience with caviar

This was not even dinner

This was not even dinner

We enjoyed much food and drink and I made a valiant attempt to tan, so score one more for me. We followed the potato chips with homemade bruschetta, ribs, spiced sausages and some type of trout on a cucumber that was really good with a little shot of cayenne pepper on the top.

Our chef for the weekend

Our chef for the weekend

I didn’t go hungry on this trip.

We were joined by the brother of our hostess and his wife and we all enjoyed the appetizers on the patio with the beach as our backdrop. After we had eeked out every possibly bit of sunshine from the day, we moved inside and had an amazing dinner of homemade cannelloni with salmon and steaks in a morel mushroom sauce with good wine (always) and homemade mini cheesecakes for dessert. You know, just a little something whipped up while the other stuff was cooking. It was so delicious.

AND I learned how to make a roux, which I am really excited about. I could totally make homemade cannelloni now and I’m not even Italian. Point Colleen.

The dinner crew

The dinner crew

It was such a nice, relaxing evening at the beach. And I got to lay out in the sun which finally made an appearance this season.

Sunday wasn’t a bad gig either. While it was a little foggy, it burned off to reveal this:

Hello Sunday morning

Hello Sunday morning

Certainly not a bad view, right? After a relaxing morning sipping coffee in our house, we went next door where my mom and her friend set up our “brunch” which was the fanciest spread of leftovers I have ever seen. We had brie with a cherry-port reduction sauce, champagne, fruit, pasta salads, really good deli meats, gourmet olives, sandcastle cake and bruschetta. Delish.

our fancy brunch

our fancy brunch

Then we soaked up more sun until it was time to leave. I’m also pleased to announce that my legs, while still fair, will no longer offend. And sunglasses, although recommended, are no longer required to combat the glare off of said legs. That right there makes this a successful trip.

It was exactly what I had in mind when I told myself I needed to make more day/weekend trips. Thankfully, we have a someone who is nice enough to offer the use of a beach house to turn a day trip into a weekend getaway.

Now I need to go exercise away all the delicious food I ate.