Category: Union Square


June 13th, 2014 — 8:14pm

Last weekend, I enjoyed the rare pleasure of being reunited with two of my oldest and dearest friends. Their visit coincided with picture perfect weather—ideal for strolling around NYC and playing tourist.

The festivities began on Saturday, with the arrival from Toronto of beloved galpal and her boyfriend Jim. After a visit to the M&M’s store and delicious lunch at one of my favorite greasy spoons in Midtown, we ventured up to Top of the Rock for spectacular 360-degree city views.

Jackie and me at Top of The Rock

From there, we walked to Rockefeller Center, where we were treated to an only in New York sighting: a trio of guys dressed as Ghostbusters photobombing a bride.

Only in NYC!

Then, it was off to FAO Schwartz and Central Park before heading back to my place. We were then joined by another BFF, London-based . Over a home cooked dinner, we enjoyed lively conversation about everything from cohabitating to 80s music favorites and career crossroads. I savored every second of being with two cherished friends that have both been a part of my life for more than two decades now.

Steve, me and Jackie

Sunday, Steve and I met for brunch in Union Square. We were at the restaurant when I realized I had – eegads! – forgotten my purse back at Starbuck’s. We dashed back over there to find it right on the chair where I left it. With the cash, credit card and ID all there.

My faith in humanity sufficiently elevated, I was beyond relieved as we returned to Petite Abeille, a charming little French bistro more than deserving of its many online raves. The brunch fare is divine and so is the waitstaff.

After bidding farewell to Steve, I met up with Jackie and Jim in Times Square. On the agenda, a 30-minute ride on high speed motorboat, The Beast.

It was a glorious day to take in NYC’s majestic skyline.

Beautiful NYC as seen from my seat on The Beast

I found myself feeling something I haven’t in awhile—smitten with my hometown. Sometimes it takes being with old friends to see everything through new eyes.

Speaking of new, the countdown to my blog makeover is on. Stay tuned for seven days of giveaways, including popular dating advice books and a one night stay at The Westin New York Grand Central!

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October 30th, 2011 — 5:12pm

One of the best decisions I ever made was to go to Mount Holyoke College. Last weekend, I rediscovered that during a mini-reunion here in NYC with some of my fellow alums. 

MHC Women Reunited: Martha, me and Dana all lived in dormitory 1837 our first year

A dozen of us members of the Class of 1995 met up in Union Square for drinks at Rosa Mexicano followed by dinner at Patsy’s Pizza nearby. Though I only knew a few of the ladies present – including my fabulous former dormmates Dana and Martha – the conversation flowed freely as we reminisced about our MHC days and talked about our post-graduate lives.

Among the talk about husbands, children and careers, there was a common thread of feeling at a bit of a crossroads now that we’re more than 15 years out of college.

Dana, who came in from Pennsylvania and stayed over at my place, and I talked about this after saying goodnight to the group and settling in for a few late-night hours of girl talk. Though we hadn’t seen each other since our ten-year reunion back in 2005, it felt like we were back at Mount Holyoke.

Happily married for ten years now with a beautiful daughter, Dana imparted so many comforting words and wisdom I needed to hear. Knowing how much I miss my parents and looked up to their marriage, she told me I have to set my own bar for happily ever after. When I confided how tired I am of dating, she observed—

“You don’t have to date to meet the right person, you just have to keep yourself open to it.”

Dana also spoke with love and encouragement about all of my blog-related adventures, saying everyone is on their own unique journey and I have every reason to be proud of my own. How lucky and blessed I am to have dear and true friends like her to remind me of that.

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