I had my first ride on the Staten Island Ferry and ate my first Ethiopian food. Even a seasoned New Yorker can find something new to do on a return visit.
Dana and Mike’s visit was a blast. I enjoyed playing the tour guide in the big city, even if I did end up with six blisters. I wore what are normally my best-summer-walking-shoes-that-are-not-my-sneakers, but it was the first wearing of the year (I’m totally into my flip-flops this summer), hence the injuries.
Over the weekend we had our party. Originally this was going to be our reception that enabled us to celebrate our wedding with more people than the small group invited to the ceremony. By the time we got around to planning it, though, we were both so over wedding stuff, so it was re-imagined as a swank bbq bash. I’m waiting on better pictures from my sister, but until then, I’ve got this one from our set up. There were tiny lights all along the tents, the flowers were agreeably showy, and the food seemed to go over well. The highlight for little ones was the egg toss. I did not participate, although I did manage to sneak in some dancing once the sun was down. My mom suggested that we do this as an annual event, which may just happen.
We wrapped up our visit with a wet day in Boston. Notice I wore my FDNY cap, just so there could be no confusion regarding my loyalty. That said, we walked through the North End at a time when none of us were hungry. A tragedy to be amended with a trip back to Boston for an eating fiesta. Before our trip I asked Dave to recommend a restaurant in the North End, and he said that any would do; if they weren’t good, they’d be closed. I can’t wait to get back there for a long, filling dinner.
That’s my report from my Internet-free week. Before I post this though, I want to ask you to read this statement. On Monday in a nearby town, there was a tragic and brutal event. The family is in my thoughts, and I’m impressed with their graceful statement. I hate the ugliness, the brutality, but I love that there is grace in the world to counter it.
Sounds like you had a great time!
Although I think you posted the wrong pic of you. I managed to get my hands on the actual photo:
http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b321/armaxx/bevsox.jpg
I hope that the Yankees don’t disown you for joining our side! ;D
Thanks for the link to the Petit family statement–what a hideous crime and painful road ahead for all involved.
Ethiopian…mmmm…Back in the day, I used to lust after the food at this little Ethiopian place in Berkeley and get there as often as I possibly could!
Glad you had a great time!
It says somthing about the family to make such a statement after the brutal loss that they suffered. My thoughts and prayers are also with the family.
It looks like it was a wonderful party.
All I can think about is that poor Father left to live without his family.
I saw a sweet little handmade stitch on vacation that said: grace.
I am so sorry I didnt buy it.
Grace, is such a gift.
I watched the news of the Connecticut murders and could hardly imagine such a thing. It seemed outside of reality, somehow, like a gruesome murder mystery.
But then I thought that maybe one reason this made such big news is that the victims were beautiful women a beautiful family, white, looked to be more-than-average well-off, and lived in a town where (according to an interview on the news) people can go to bed without locking its doors.
I have a strong feeling that these murders would not have made such a news splash if the family had been Hispanic, or black, or poor, or not beautiful. And I think that’s worse than the murders themselves.
I love Ethiopian food! Where did you eat? Did you enjoy it? The bread can be strange at first, but I love the whole wonderfully stew/eat with your hands-ness of it.
Ethiopian food…tried it. Not a good experience. (I’ll leave it at that.)
So you were in town for those few hours of heavy rains? Next time you come back, let me know and I’ll hook you up with some great pastry shops.