IN & AROUND TOWN

This weekend, Nathan and I had a little time on our hands to do a little exploring...we decided to get out of town on Saturday and headed to Greenwich, CT. Just an hour or so from the city we were in a different world of sprawling lawns and mansions along the Sound.

From Connecticut we jetted over to New Jersey to visit the local IKEA. We had to replace a bookcase that was leaning worse than the tower of Pisa and was an apartment hazard. Oddly enough IKEA in Jersey is almost the same as the IKEA in Costa Mesa, only with thick accents. Just like in Cali we left the store smelling like cinnamon rolls and hot dogs. Here is a pic of Manhattan coming over the George Washington Bridge from Jersey.


Yesterday we explored in town with an attempt to escape the cold by visiting the Guggenheim Museum. We were were quickly dissuaded when we saw the immense line circling the outside of the building. Somehow we seemed to forget that it is New Year's and tons of visitors are flocking to the city. Instead we opted for a long walk in the park, checking out a few choice statues and the Conservatory Gardens. That's all for now. Happy New Year!

GHETTO SUPER STAR

So Merry Christmas to all of our friends and family near and far! This Christmas, Nathan and I decided to brave the city, just the two of us. We have had a good time bringing the Christmas spirit into out home. Pictured above is our Christmas tree. It is a little bit of a Charlie Brown tree, but has a lot of character. We picked out our tree about three weeks ago on the corner of Jane St. and Hudson. The funny thing about Christmas tree "lots" in New York, is they are not really "lots" at all, but rather Christmas trees lined up on popular street corners. Our particular corner lot was employed with an old man with white beard who looked very-Santa-like, a small, dread-headed, hippy-like elf-man, and a little boy in full cowboy gear. As Nathan would say in the words of Austen Powers - "carnies - small hands, smell like cabbage." I wonder what happens to the carnies after the Christmas season? Perhaps they head back to the ranch to begin growing pumpkins for next Halloween. We were gone during Halloween this year. I'll be curious to see if the "pumpkin patches" look similar to the Christmas tree "lots." I'll keep you posted.

Nathan and I brought out little tree home and spent the weekend making it festive. For the past nine or so years, Nate and I have been purchasing Christmas tree ornaments whenever we take a trip somewhere new. Each year when we decorate our tree, it is fun to remember the trip and the funny events associated with each . When we made the move to NY we had to leave behind our box of souvenir ornaments and lights. Given our new small quarters, even just one medium size box accounted for too much real estate in our tiny apartment. This caused us to be a little more creative with our decor this particular Christmas. Aside from the senor y senora ornaments picked up in Zihuatanjo, the cross from Mexico City and the Bajan woman made from a coconut seed from Barbados, we had no traditional ornaments to think of. We decide we would convert all of the cards we received from friends and family into ornaments for our tree. If you look closely you will see a few of our favorite newlyweds thanks to Jess and Janae, some darling children - the Bland kids, the Saenz kids, the Booser kids, the Maitlen kids, and an orray of beautiful holiday scenery from cards from everywhere else. With each glance at the tree I am filled with happiness and friendship from each greeting mailed from our dearest friends. We also spent an entire Saturday night watching Sopranos and stringing popcorn to adorn the branches of our XMas tree (hence the snow like effect;). When the stringing of the popcorn was complete we looked at our Charlie Brown Tree and realized that we were missing an angel or a star to top our tree. Nathan suggested we pull out our art supplies (which we did find a space for in our tiny apartment) so we could construct a star for the tree topper. Amongst the paints, tape, markers, pastels, etc., we found a full jar of gold glitter - perfect! Nate cut out the star as I got crazy with the glue stick and glitter. Before long we had the best "ghetto super star" we could imagine possible.

As for other Holiday decor, we have a gorgeous wreath adorning our front door (also purchased from the carnies on my way home from a L'Oreal Holiday Party - what can I say, I was in the Holiday Spirit after a few celebratory glasses of vino) and a string of vintage christmas lights illuminating the fire escape outside our apartment window.

As for our Christmas weekend activities, we spent Saturday with my dear friend, Steven, from work, and his family in Central Park attempting to ice skate, followed by cocktails on the roof-top deck of the Peninsula Hotel. On Sunday we headed to Madison Square Garden for the Knicks'/Laker Game, where the Laker's almost blew it in the 4th Quarter, but pulled through with 30 seconds left in the game. Thank goodness, as I sported my vintage Magic Johnson shirt amongst a sea of blue and orange. Christmas Eve we spent doing some last minute shopping and settled down to Nathan's homemade jalepeno-corn cakes and guacamole and caught Hugh Grant in Love Actually (a new Christmas classic) on DVD.

Christmas day entailed coffee and presents in the morning, followed by a long run to mid-town on the bike path. Nate and I have both been running quite a bit and we were eager to try out our new all-weather attire in the cold. After our run we headed uptown to W. 57th where our friends, the Spielman's, invited us over for Christmas Dinner. Melissa and Jim's neighbors cooked up a feast of beef wellington and an array or sides including carrots, green beans, mashed potatoes, cheese rolls and asparagus, as well as three kinds of desserts. We left happy and full with a couple of new faces to call friends. We turned in early for the night, knowing we both had to head back to work early in the morning.

All in all, it was a festive and fun Christmas, though very unlike the California Christmas' we know and love. We missed our families and quality time we typically spend together. I am hoping next year we will be able to head back west to see all your smiling faces.

Have a safe and Happy New Year. Missing you all and thinking of you often!
Signing off, with a special farewell to the corner of Jane St. and Hudson carnies.

OH TO BE THANKFUL - T DAY 2007

I am a little late posting Thanksgiving Day pics, but thought they were worthy of a share. This year, like years past, Nathan and I ventured to the Caruana Ranch in Petaluma, CA for the annual Thanksgiving Day festivities. Diane and Michael hosted a full house (and barn) with 13 for Thanksgiving Dinner, most of who stayed for the weekend. One of many great things about Thanksgiving at the Caruana's is we all contribute to the dinner by making a signature dish. We all cook together in the kitchen to the music of Kim & Ron's iPod. With so many chefs in the kitchen the collaborative effort is always an adventure. Thanks to Diane and Michael for another fabulous gathering! Love you!
The Hits:

• Bocci ball in the horse ring
  
• A gorgeous full moon
• Delicious spread - the best yet in my opinion :)
• Trail run in Helen Putnam State Park
• After dinner dance party
• After dinner dance party turned aerobics class lead by yours truly (talents I never knew I had)
• The perfect amount of leftovers (this includes gravy - no trips to KFC this year!)
• The solitude of Diane and Michael's home
• Perfect nights' sleep without horn honking and bus farts
• Laughter echoing through the house
• Christmas shopping at Heeby Geeby in town
• Spending time with the crew: Kim, Ron, Kelsey, Carly, Randall, Tess, Bryan, Matthew, Diane, Michael, Alan, Jen and, of course, Nate-dogg

FIRST SNOW

This morning we woke up to a winter wonderland. We finally received the first snow of the year. All in all we got about 2 inches, but it was pretty exciting. Here are some pics from the Village...

KICK OFF

Last night officially kicked off the Holiday Season in New York with the 75th Annual Lighting of the Christmas Tree at Rockefeller Center. Kiki, my PureOlogy co-worker and friend also from California, and I were thrilled for the big event. We both had it scheduled on our Outlook Calendars weeks in advance and were eagerly awaiting the big day. When we shared our enthusiasm with some of our native New York co-workers they were less than enthused, to say the least. Thousands of people jammed into one city block in the freezing cold was not their idea of a good time. Our plan was to go to happy hour prior to the lighting. The response around the office was, "We'll join you for a drink, but there is no way we are going near Rockefeller Center." Hmm...not a good sign. We figured, though, this is something you just HAVE to do when you live in New York at least one time. We would take our chances.

We headed to Morton's on 5th for a quick glass of wine before venturing toward the tree lighting. A few of the NY natives joined us, but as promised, bailed prior to our leaving for Rockefeller Center. Within a matter of minutes our crew quickly dwindled to a mere 3 (myself, Kiki, and Kiki's boyfriend, Brett). We headed up 5th two blocks where we were met with police barricades and a sea of people all with the same end goal - to get a view of the tree. We joined the masses and began walking with the crowd. After hopping two barricades, illegally jay walking, and getting yelled at by a few cops we found ourselves in the vicinity of the Center. We turned toward Rockefeller St. only to find a huge screen mounted in the middle of the crowd on which they were broadcasting the tree lighting ceremony to those of us who could not see the actual tree. We were about 50 feet from the final corner that we would need to turn in order to get a straight-on view of our green friend.

Was this as good as it was going to get? No way, we had to get closer. A pack of high-school-aged girls began pushing past us, slowly weaving their way through the crowd. We jumped into the middle of their pack and made some good headway toward our destination corner. That was until the girls in the pack behind us began to get a little rowdy. The leader of the train yelled for her friends to keep up. One of the young ladies behind Kiki replied, "We're trying, but the bitch in the white coat won't let us through!"

It took me a second to realize that I was the "bitch in the white coat!" She was talking about me! "Now don't be hasty," I replied, "we're all trying to get to the same place." I used my best, sweet-as-sugar, kindergarten teacher voice, which clearly they did not appreciate. Kiki's eyes grew big, and I think Brett thought he was going to have to be my back-up. I took the cue and we stepped aside. The crowd was thicker than ever and not giving an inch, anyway. We realized we weren't going to make it to the precious corner. We would have to settle for watching the tree lighting on the big screen. Oh well.

We attempted to get comfortable watching Al Rocher, Nick Lachey and Ashley Trisdale introduce a series of B and C List Celebs (not unlike themselves) perform in front of the tree. The highlight was Ashley Trisdale (who I had never heard of until that night), belt out her pop rendition of "Last Christmas, I Gave You My Heart, but the Very Next Day You Gave it Away," fully equipped with her attempt at sensual gyrations, and long-yearning-glances of "I'm so sexy" direct to the camera. Hah! Wasn't this supposed to be a family show? What happened to wholesome Holidays? Oh, that was next, with Tony Bennett and Celine Dion (wish you could have been there, dad). From the tremendous applause they got, it was clear they were the headliners.

That is where the wholesomeness ended though. To our left was an African-American family and in front of us a Korean couple. Supposedly the Korean couple made some sort of racial slur that got the mom of the family really fired up. She got in the dude's face, screaming that he "must be scared of black people." Oh no. That got him into a tizzy and things were getting hot and heavy. Brett, being the protective boyfriend of Kiki, recommended we move. Unfortunately the only place we could reasonably move, was back in with our pack of rowdy girlfriends that were sure to recognize "my white coat." Thankfully crowd control was near by. The police pulled the Korean couple and the entire African-American family aside and escorted them away, including their 7-year-old son who was balling his eyes out. Poor little guy was scared to death, and was yelling "Mom, I don't want to go to jail!" Oh the drama.

Thankfully, the last half hour of the ceremony was peaceful and filled with the Holiday spirit. The crowd began to sway and everyone sang along to Carrie Underwood on the Big Screen. A little "Jingle Bell Rock" can go a long way. At last the Rockettes began the big countdown. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...the tree lit up on the Big Screen in front of us. Cheers of joy rang out all around and we began our mad scamper for the subway.

Today at lunch I made a special trip over to Rockefeller Center to see the tree in person. The Big Screen did not do it justice, however I could not deny that adventure will be one I shall not forget. Be merry, be bright.

ZIHUATANEJO IN POLAROIDS

My sister just emailed me some pictures she took of our wedding on her polaroid camera. I love the way these polaroids capture color and produce an amazing, vintage-y feel.... Fabulous photography, Ade. Thanks for sharing. Here are some of my favorites:

LOOKING IN - A RARE VIEW

A lot of friends have inquired what our apartment is like. My first reply is always "small," but while it is small, it is beginning to feel like home. We are finally settled in, and at this very moment the apartment is clean, which is why I decided to take this pic. The thing about "small" is, it also means "clutters easily." So this is it in a very rare state - without mail, coats, scarves and shoes strewn about. This will last ten minutes tops.

WALTER HEART NEW YORK

SECRET STUFF

This is my car. It is a 2004 Subaru Forester XS - the first real substantial purchase of my adult life. I can recall the day clearly, when my previous car, my mother's old Ford "Exploder" did exactly that - exploded. Somehow I had made it to the age of 26 driving hand-me downs from my parents. The most recent being a 10-year-old Explorer called Clyde. Clyde didn't literally explode like in the movies, of course, but there was a fair amount of smoke and funny noises expending from the vehicle just before it completely pooped out. It was the day before Christmas Eve and I was attempting to finish up my Christmas shopping at Orange County's South Coast Plaza. If there is one place you should avoid at Christmas time in Orange County, it is South Coast Plaza, particularly when you are fighting a mean flu bug. After inching my way up and down rows upon rows of parked cars for over an hour, I had just about had it. Apparently Clyde had had it too. With fleet of cars behind me, in a narrow parking aisle I felt the car shutter, heard the kaboom and then saw smoke. That is when the honking and cursing began from the halted drivers who were no longer inching and were missing out on the perfect spot. OH NO. What to do? I stepped out of Clyde and looked back at the line of angry drivers. I mouthed the word "sorry" and gave them an apologetic shrug. They returned my gesture with some not-so-kind gestures that were certainly not in the Christmas spirit. The Auto Club arrived within an hour, however it took them another 35 minutes to maneuver the traffic block I had caused just to get to me. Shortly there after I sadly watched Clyde be towed away into the distance. Somehow then, I knew it was the end.

I called my dad from inside Gap Kids. When I heard his voice, I lost all composure. Perhaps it was the flu weakening me, or the pressures of the Holiday, but tears instantly sprung to my eyes and I was having trouble speaking. The sales woman looked at my sympathetically and brought me a tissue. I finally managed to explain what had happened. At which point, dad said, "Cathi, maybe it's time to buy a new car."

Hmmm. You see, Clyde and I had had some good times. We had been through a lot together - camping trips to Mex, tailgating to Laker Games, surf trips with the girls, weekend jaunts up to Mammoth Mountain, quality time in LA traffic. But, we also had our share of bad times, especially recently - a broken gas gage, broken console, new brakes, new roters, a couple flats, a detached rear-view mirror. How much more could I put into Clyde - both financially and emotionally. Clyde was 10. He had lived a good life. I knew my dad was right. It was time to move on.

Two months later after much research and few trips to the car lots, I found myself the proud owner of a Subaru Forester, equipped with all-wheel drive, six CD changer, seat heaters, and the largest moon roof you could ever imagine. This sport utility wagon was exactly what I had in mind. It was large enough to still accommodate my active lifestyle, yet small enough to be fuel efficient and manageable. Popular with the mountaineering-folks of the Rockies and with a fair number of lesbian gym teachers, of which I am neither, it was my ideal car. I was excited, and though I now had car payments for the first time in my life, it was mine.

For four years the Sub (pronounced 'Soob') and I have been hanging tough, and when Nathan and I decided to make the move to New York it was decided the Sub would come with us. I was actually really against the idea of taking a car to NYC with all of the mass transit available and the entire city a subway ride or cab fare away. I also did a little research to find out that the price of parking the car was almost as much as my monthly car payment. Nathan, however had his own ideas. He planned to surf the East Coast, which meant he needed a car. No "A-Train to Rockaway" for him. He explained that the need for a car "came with the territory," and I understood. The man is passionate. He assured me he would take full responsibility for the Sub including parking fees, insurance, etc. which he has and continues to do.

The Sub arrived about a week after we did and was pulled off a truck right on to Hudson St. I must say I was excited to see the little guy in its new habitat. That is about where the excitement ended. The next day at work I received a call from Nate who had some "bad news."

"Here it comes," I thought to myself. Yes, the car had been towed and could I meet him at Pier 60 to sign for it at noon? I could not help but laugh, knowing he didn't want to tell me, but needed to as I am the rightful owner of the car and the only one of us who could legally sign. Pier 60 was about a seven avenue walk from my office. I began the trek over, thankful that I wore flats to work that day. $185 later, with a pat on the back and a very sarcastic "welcome to New York," from the tow yard worker, we were on our way.

Two weeks of moving the car from spot to spot on the streets of Greenwich Village to avoid towing and tickets, we decided to pay the first of many monthly fees to park the Sub in a lot off of Westside Hwy. We were left with few other choices, given we were leaving for our wedding and honeymoon for almost three weeks. The Sub now lives in a lot safely with other vehicles awaiting warmer months, when it can be released from its cement prison and drive off to weekends in the Hamptons or, in Nate's case, to surf.

When we returned from our honeymoon we found we had missed six packages from UPS. Yikes. We cabbed it down to UPS headquarters to claim them. Once we got there we realized we had forgotten the slips and the nasty UPS woman would be NO help without them. We were near the Sub's lot, so we decided instead of cabbing it back we might as well grab the car. We walked into the structure, past hundreds of other abandon cars, covered or otherwise, until we saw the Sub in all its white glory. We hopped in, and made our move to exit the garage when I noticed that the "spare" was kicking it in the back seat. Wierd. "Nate, why is the spare in the back seat?"

He explained that he got a flat. I wondered out loud why he didn't tell me. Oh...because he didn't want to worry me. He was going to buy a new tire as soon as he could, and I would never be the wiser. Hmmm....secret stuff. It turns out his tire had been slashed when he was out surfing Long Beach (we have one here, too). I wasn't angry about the tire, I was angry he didn't tell me, on top of the fact that we soon realized all six of our packages (wedding gifts) had been returned to their originators while we were gone. I was in a foul mood and can honestly say that it was my first "bad" night in the NYC. Upon our return to the apartment and after some resolve with customer service shipping department at Crate & Barrel, we came to the agreement there would be no more secret stuff, especially involving the Sub - the first real substantial purchase of my adult life.

Live and learn. Someday next summer when we are cruising down (or up?) to the Hamptons with the moon roof open, warm wind in our hair and music playing, we will both look at each other and be so pleased that we brought the Sub, so we don't have to take some bus to our weekend destinations. It's the hurtles that make us stronger and thankfully give us something to laugh about later. Cheers to the Sub and its new life in NYC. Perhaps we'll get NY plates so the tires won't get slashed when a surfer boy from California out shreds them all.