It turned into a family-oriented, stay-at-home day in the end, something I was rather grateful for when all was said and done because the jetlag was holding on strong, day two often wreaking havoc much more intensely than day one. I was scheduled to meet a couple of friends from my restaurant days, but after confusion with time and place, it just wouldn't have been possible without an hour and a half commute, something I couldn't deem reasonable in my hazy state. Instead, I hunkered down in the apartment, as some of my bro and sis-in-law's friends straggled in for movie watching and pizza. Because I couldn't wrap my brain around cheesy carbs that night, I ordered myself some Chinese soup, and stayed awake just long enough to see a new timeless family Christmas classic entitled AD/BC. It is ridiculous, it is a musical, and it is available here on youtube... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OqygOjPNIoY... That is how much I love it.
Needless to say, I was in bed by 10pm, slept until about 9am the next morning, and slowly made my way into eastern standard time. The next day, I accompanied the fam to the park, where my brother took baby nephew to play, and sissy-soo and I indulged in some well deserved manicures. I made it home in time to shower and rush into Manhattan, where I was going to see a kid's singing group that one of my best friends created. It was a true blast from the past, not just because I used to help out with the group in various ways, but also because the venue they sang at was a place I frequented in my younger more irresponsible days just post-college. The Bitter End down on Bleecker Street was my home away from home, as my roommates and I went almost weekly my first year living in NYC to stalk our guy friends' band. I have more than one memory of crashing at their apartment in the East Village after being out until 5am and switching shirts with my roommate in the morning so that I didn't have to wear exactly the same outfit to work two days in a row. Ah, the joys of youth.
My weekend ended on a wave of taste sensation, dining in one of my all time favorite restaurants in NYC. I met two of my good friends from Nespresso days for some decadent fondue at The Bourgeois Pig. Yes, I did say that I was intent on staying away from French cuisine and large amounts of standalone cheese, but honestly, this establishment transcends definition. It's a small little hidey hole of a place, decked out in gothic statues and plush red upholstery. They have half-price bottles of wine early in the week, and a wide variety of both entrée and dessert fondues. Unfortunately, they are in the middle of transitioning to a new location so that their menu was pretty limited, but it certainly didn't stop my friends and I from having a truly delicious repast and ending my night in nostalgic bliss.
Needless to say, I was in bed by 10pm, slept until about 9am the next morning, and slowly made my way into eastern standard time. The next day, I accompanied the fam to the park, where my brother took baby nephew to play, and sissy-soo and I indulged in some well deserved manicures. I made it home in time to shower and rush into Manhattan, where I was going to see a kid's singing group that one of my best friends created. It was a true blast from the past, not just because I used to help out with the group in various ways, but also because the venue they sang at was a place I frequented in my younger more irresponsible days just post-college. The Bitter End down on Bleecker Street was my home away from home, as my roommates and I went almost weekly my first year living in NYC to stalk our guy friends' band. I have more than one memory of crashing at their apartment in the East Village after being out until 5am and switching shirts with my roommate in the morning so that I didn't have to wear exactly the same outfit to work two days in a row. Ah, the joys of youth.
My weekend ended on a wave of taste sensation, dining in one of my all time favorite restaurants in NYC. I met two of my good friends from Nespresso days for some decadent fondue at The Bourgeois Pig. Yes, I did say that I was intent on staying away from French cuisine and large amounts of standalone cheese, but honestly, this establishment transcends definition. It's a small little hidey hole of a place, decked out in gothic statues and plush red upholstery. They have half-price bottles of wine early in the week, and a wide variety of both entrée and dessert fondues. Unfortunately, they are in the middle of transitioning to a new location so that their menu was pretty limited, but it certainly didn't stop my friends and I from having a truly delicious repast and ending my night in nostalgic bliss.
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