rink.jpg

So the girls and I had a weekend of classic New York razzle-dazzle. Their flight was delayed about 6 hours, so we had a late-night dinner at my beloved Veselka on Friday. Saturday, we enjoyed a stroll through Prospect Park and lunch at a little cafe in Park Slope. We proceeded to a few hours of shopping in SoHo and then, at Tammy’s request, late-afternoon cocktails at the fabled Algonquin Hotel. Christa then expressed the desire to dine at a Real New York Deli, so I introduced them to Katz’s for corned beef, hot pastrami, and potato latkes. Later that evening, we took in the First Saturdays party at the Brooklyn Museum of Art.

Sunday started with brunch in SoHo, a quick stop by a sample sale (I may have to stop back by to get some fantastic jeans, like I need more). Then we headed downtown to pay our respects at the World Trade Center site, then back uptown for a visit to the Empire State Building, the Christmas windows at Macy’s, and a quick drool over the jewelry cases at Tiffany’s. As the sun set, we headed over to Bryant Park for ice skating, and then capped the day with a performance of Mama Mia! at Winter Garden.

I must say, midtown on weekends during the holidays is a special kind of hell–but it’s really a festive and pretty hell, and I’m glad I got into the thick of it for a little bit. Everyone should at some point.

(Notice to all you B&T weekend warriors: UGGS ARE NOT STYLISH. They were cool for about 10 minutes in the winter of 2002, but now they make you look fat and provincial. So do your Disney hoodies and Dooney & Burke handbags. Just stop it.)

Advertisements