Category: girls night in


April 13th, 2014 — 8:15pm

The best Rx when you’re feeling under the weather is a girls night in. That’s exactly what I enjoyed last night with my good friend Crystal.

Crystal greeted me with a beautiful flower arrangement that, along with her effervescent smile, immediately cheered me up.

This beautiful bouquet feels like a touch of spring

We snacked on prosciutto and melon as Crystal whipped up a delicious meal – poached salmon in butter and her yummy answer to potato pancakes: grated butternut squash with Italian cheese. Heavenly. A refreshing spinach salad with toasted squash seeds and grated cheese rounded out the perfect dinner.

Dinner a la Crystal: delish!

As we enjoyed the meal, Crystal and I talked about getting older, learning from past mistakes and the miscommunication that happens all too often in texting conversations more appropriate for talking. How I miss the days of hashing out differences using your voice instead of your smartphone keypad…

After dinner, we settled in for a movie, About Time. The recent rom com had all the wit and poignant charm you’d expect from writer/director Richard Curtis (Love Actually, Notting Hill, etc). And it was a powerful reminder that every day is a gift. Especially when you’re sharing it with a dear friend.

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June 9th, 2013 — 9:56pm

Wednesday, I enjoyed a long overdue girls night in with my good friend Faith.

Spending time with Faith is always a wonderful reminder that serendipity really is a force you can count on. Faith and I met three years ago, at a happy hour hosted by a guy I went out with once. Though sparks didn’t ignite on the date, the chemistry between me and Faith was immediate.

Faith and me celebrating the holidays (December 2011)

Smart, fun and full of heart, Faith exudes an energy you can’t help wanting to be around. She also happens to be a fabulous wing woman, as I’ve discovered on several occasions when she has played matchmaker while we’re out on the town.

The other night, we had plenty to catch up on. Our effortless, soul soothing conversation covered career transitions, the ebb and flow of attraction when a relationship fizzles out, and how unpredictable dating can be.

In just the last week alone, I’ve experienced major post-date miscommunication with one guy and a derailed reunion with an old flame from my Great Dating Blitz. It’s too soon to say what the outcome of either will be — but I am oddly okay with that. Because I am finally embracing that the direction my love life takes isn’t something I can foresee. Better to just embrace the adventure of it all — and remain hopeful about a happy ending.

And of course being thankful for girlfriends like Faith to share it all with.

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August 23rd, 2012 — 9:01pm

My vacation in London continued last Wednesday with a road trip to the charming little village of Great Missenden, home to legendary writer Roald Dahl and a museum celebrating his life and work.

In front of the Roald Dahl Museum & Story Centre

My good friend Rachel and I made the 45-minute drive, instantly smiling as we sat down at the museum’s Café Twit, featuring brightly colored décor and whimsically named items inspired by Dahl’s literary creations.

Sizable scones, clotted cream, foamy hot chocolate...Yummm!

After savoring scones with clotted cream and jam and foamy hot chocolate with marshmallows, we walked through the museum. In addition to photos, letters and other memorabilia from Dahl’s life, the museum features Dahl’s cozy writing hut — transported intact from where it once resided at his home.

Roald Dahl's writing hut

Back at Rach’s flat in West Hampstead, she whipped up a delicious pasta with roasted eggplant and spices as we settled in to watch the classic Meg Ryan/Hugh Jackman chick flick, “Kate and Leopold.” Add to that a few glasses of red wine and we had the perfect girls night in!

Thursday, I moved to the Copthorne Tara Hotel just behind Kensington High Street. I had just enough time to unpack and freshen up before heading over to Notting Hall, where I caught up with Dublin-born , one of the fabulous single gals I met during my European Dating Blitz two years ago.

Catching Up: Ellie and me

Over a delightful lunch at fashion retailer/bistro 202 London on posh Westbourne Grove, Ellie and I talked about career transitions, unexpected romance and the divide between singles and marrieds.

The latter was on my mind having overheard a wife and mom criticize a friend for wanting to change careers and follow her bliss, implying that it was somehow irresponsible and at odds with the desire to meet someone. To that I simply say…huh??

Up next…a girls night out takes a surprising turn and capping off my trip with a fun London first.

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July 19th, 2012 — 9:31pm

Readers of this blog know I’m a big fan of girls nights out. Once in awhile, though, it’s nice to kick back indoors with good friends – and that’s exactly what I did last weekend.

Girls Night In: Crystal, me and Sara

Saturday night, I invited galpals Sara and Crystal over for a meal prepared by yours truly. It marked the first time since falling in love with cooking a little over a year ago that I shared my budding culinary skills with more than one guest. To minimize the potential for a kitchen disaster, I kept the menu simple – opting for a starter I’d never made before and main dish that’s become a favorite.

We began with a , which thankfully ended up being well worth the time required to prep, simmer and puree it.

Chilled broccoli potato and leek soup: Yummm!

For our entrée, I went with roasted rosemary chicken and potatoes, using an and pre-measured seasonings courtesy of McCormick’s.

Over dinner, Crystal, Sara and I fell into easy conversation about career transitions, summer adventures in the city and staying open to romance. Then, taking advantage of the clear, breezy weather, we adjourned to the roof deck for after dinner drinks.

Back in my abode, Crystal demonstrated her talents in the kitchen by creating a heavenly fondue dessert concoction – hot melted Ghirardelli chocolate, freshly whipped cream atop strawberries, raspberries and pineapple. In a word, delish.

Happily full from our sweet indulgence, we made like couch potatoes and went retro by watching “Sixteen Candles.” The classic John Hughes film remains an 80’s classic, not to mention the perfect way to end a perfect night.

I’m already thinking about the menu for our next girls night in. Stay tuned!

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January 29th, 2010 — 5:51pm

Wednesday night, my good friend Caroline and I headed out to Brooklyn for an evening of fun and fabulous food at our Quinn & Co. galpal Morgan’s abode.

Girls Night In: Caroline, me and Morgan

Nestled in the hipster hamlet of Williamsburg, the apartment that Morgan shares with France-born hubby Arthur is a perfect reflection of them — chic, inviting and warm.

One of the most well-matched, likeable couples you could ever hope to meet, Morgan and Arthur treated us and a handful of friends to a scrumptious homemade meal that included two kinds of quiche, chocolate pie and, bien sur, plenty of wine and cheese. It’s no accident that the French are renowned for their hospitality.

Joined by Morgan’s lovely galpals Prune and Judith, we toasted with a round of cosmos before settling in for the evening’s main event — a “Sex And The City” marathon.

Cheers: (from left to right) Judith, Morgan, Prune, me and Caroline

The men played cards as we curled up with season one of SATC which, outdated hair and fashion notwithstanding, holds up surprisingly well a decade later. Or maybe it’s just, now that I’m a mid-thirtysomething single, I relate to Carrie & Co. on a more visceral level than I used to.

Whatever the case may be, one thing’s for sure. Like a pitcher of cosmos, laughter and good food are infinitely more enjoyable when experienced with your girlfriends.

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January 29th, 2010 — 12:51pm

Wednesday night, my good friend Caroline and I headed out to Brooklyn for an evening of fun and fabulous food at our Quinn & Co. galpal Morgan’s abode.

Girls Night In: Caroline, me and Morgan

Nestled in the hipster hamlet of Williamsburg, the apartment that Morgan shares with France-born hubby Arthur is a perfect reflection of them — chic, inviting and warm.

One of the most well-matched, likeable couples you could ever hope to meet, Morgan and Arthur treated us and a handful of friends to a scrumptious homemade meal that included two kinds of quiche, chocolate pie and, bien sur, plenty of wine and cheese. It’s no accident that the French are renowned for their hospitality.

Joined by Morgan’s lovely galpals Prune and Judith, we toasted with a round of cosmos before settling in for the evening’s main event — a “Sex And The City” marathon.

Cheers: (from left to right) Judith, Morgan, Prune, me and Caroline

The men played cards as we curled up with season one of SATC which, outdated hair and fashion notwithstanding, holds up surprisingly well a decade later. Or maybe it’s just, now that I’m a mid-thirtysomething single, I relate to Carrie & Co. on a more visceral level than I used to.

Whatever the case may be, one thing’s for sure. Like a pitcher of cosmos, laughter and good food are infinitely more enjoyable when experienced with your girlfriends.

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November 23rd, 2008 — 11:37pm

Last night, I ventured down to the East Village for my former Quinn & Co. colleague and friend Michel’s apartment warming party.

Located in a historic hotel-turned-residence building on Fifth Avenue, Michel’s cozy new abode is the perfect reflection of her flair for fashion, with fun accents like a Vanity Fair coffee table book and a framed photo of Michel with style icon Betsey Johnson.

Michel’s intimate gathering also reunited me with another former colleague, Danielle. The three of us shared a been there, done that moment about toxic old boyfriends and made a promise to do a girls night out soon.

Girls Night In: Michel, me and Danielle at Michel’s fabulous apartment warming soiree

I found a kindred spirit in Michel’s delightful friend Becky. As we sipped on hot cocoa and peppermint schnapps — the delicious concoction of Danielle’s brother and Michel’s beau Trevor — Becky and I discovered a mutual affinity for Australia (she studied abroad in Sydney, where I had the pleasure working for five months back in ‘02).

We also talked about the question of how wide a berth to give mediocre first dates. I shared my three-date-minimum rule for men I’m on the fence about, a practice that grew out of not feeling sparks with one particular boyfriend until that very juncture.

Speaking of the opposite sex, Becky and I got onto the subject of strange male behavior. She told me about one date that ended with an ultimatum, with the guy saying his decision about paying or splitting the bill would be based on how she answered the question of whether she really liked him. Awkward.

Sufficiently warmed from the great company and my jacked up hot cocoa, I merrily headed home, happy that my first Saturday night out in awhile proved to be such a fun one.

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November 23rd, 2008 — 6:37pm

Last night, I ventured down to the East Village for my former Quinn & Co. colleague and friend Michel’s apartment warming party.

Located in a historic hotel-turned-residence building on Fifth Avenue, Michel’s cozy new abode is the perfect reflection of her flair for fashion, with fun accents like a Vanity Fair coffee table book and a framed photo of Michel with style icon Betsey Johnson.

Michel’s intimate gathering also reunited me with another former colleague, Danielle. The three of us shared a been there, done that moment about toxic old boyfriends and made a promise to do a girls night out soon.

Girls Night In: Michel, me and Danielle at Michel’s fabulous apartment warming soiree

I found a kindred spirit in Michel’s delightful friend Becky. As we sipped on hot cocoa and peppermint schnapps — the delicious concoction of Danielle’s brother and Michel’s beau Trevor — Becky and I discovered a mutual affinity for Australia (she studied abroad in Sydney, where I had the pleasure working for five months back in ‘02).

We also talked about the question of how wide a berth to give mediocre first dates. I shared my three-date-minimum rule for men I’m on the fence about, a practice that grew out of not feeling sparks with one particular boyfriend until that very juncture.

Speaking of the opposite sex, Becky and I got onto the subject of strange male behavior. She told me about one date that ended with an ultimatum, with the guy saying his decision about paying or splitting the bill would be based on how she answered the question of whether she really liked him. Awkward.

Sufficiently warmed from the great company and my jacked up hot cocoa, I merrily headed home, happy that my first Saturday night out in awhile proved to be such a fun one.

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