Thursday was the last evening I’d be in NY. I’d seen the sights, well, as many as I was up to seeing. A trip to Broadway sounded great, but I knew that would make me miss my beloved even more. With a passing glance at myself before I left the office, I thought it best if I went to get my hair professionally washed and blown out before the training session with NOLA. What a perfect opportunity to go back to that little salon!

I showed up and they were able to squeeze me in. I was totally and completely prepared for a simple wash and dry, but Leon convinced me that my hair was too yellow and the rest of my color wasn’t fitting. Keri, my stylist in Dallas, warned me that I would need to do more maintenance when she first applied the new color, and since I didn’t heed her advice before I left Dallas, there I sat while Leon confirmed my worst nightmare: dull yellow lifeless hair. I'd been walking around with dark roots exposed and the ends looking dried up and withered, even though they weren't. (That man in the back was cracking me up! He was older and spoke 4 different languages, fluently.)

He promised me that he would add more life to it and he certainly delivered. He added a rich toner and an overall color that made my hair pop! Don't you love the mirror?

Unfortunately, the little money that I was going to be able to spend from what remained on the tax refund was spent on this one night of luxurious indulgence. The salon was decked out in all sorts of worldly bits, matching the myriad of cultures represented. I’d overheard the workers saying that 8 different languages were spoken on a daily basis: Arabic, Hebrew, Spanish, Russian, French, Japanese, Italian, and of course, English, the one that united them all. The music selection was just as colorful as the people, which, in themselves were quite amazing. They flitted around the salon in their stylish black outfits, but their personalities emanated from their very fibers. When Leon asked Caroline (who gives a phenomenal shampoo!) to help with color, another gal popped on over after they were complete to wipe away any stray drops from the mixture that lingered on my face. She had such kind eyes and a gentle touch, I swore I was getting a facial instead of being wiped with a simple terry cloth. After my initial shock wore off (because let’s face it, I was still in shock when he did the big reveal!), I did think that it was money well spent. I felt beautiful and magical and for the first time in nearly two weeks, I, Mommy Bianca, was turning heads when I walked down the street. I felt like a beautiful New York woman. I knew my confidence would come when the time was right. After all, it isn’t every day that you get to teach a billionaire something new. Heck, it isn’t every day you get to teach someone something new (unless you’re a teacher), so this would be a treat.

When I left the salon, my stylish coif blew in the wind, and the Isle of Capri at 61^st and 3^rd Ave. was calling my name. I’d walked near this spot several times, Don and I even passing it by a few times on our earlier visit in November. I figured now was as good a time as ever and I was in the mood for something beefy and hearty. They sat me in a prominent spot in the center of the place, table for two. Amidst all of the typical conversations, the background was filled with rock ballads from the 80s, made famous from bands like Journey and REO Speedwagon. So atypically camp w/o trying to be and I ate it up! Like with all of my meals, I pretended Don was across from me, even setting my cell phone over there with his picture smiling back at me until the backlight of the phone would fade. I ordered a glass of house red and the ossobuca. My waiter, pleasantly returned with an overflowing glass, more generous a pour than I’d ever seen while dining out. If I didn’t know any better, I would swear it was cousin Simon’s doing. It was 8:30 and their business was slowing down a bit. Across from me sat a trio, who were gone by the time I’d nibbled my 2^nd piece of fresh wheat bread. The older woman, sporting the Birkin bag, as they draped a large fur coat onto her small frame.

I’d just settled into my seat when the meal arrived. Immediately, they swiped the white daisies from the adjacent table and put them onto mine. It was just the right touch, because my small table was now perfect sized for just me. I didn’t feel lonesome. I felt like I was where I was supposed to be at that very moment and I knew I was about to experience something very, very special.

The meat, so tender, crumbled with the slightest touch from my fork. I put it in my mouth and an eruption flood of flavor enraptured my senses. I sipped a bit of wine and an even bigger boom exploded in my mouth. I wanted to cry. I wanted to travel back in time a few minutes, and reach across the restaurant and slap that old woman just for the sake of doing it because yes folks, this was that good. (And I knew full well she’d slap me back, because I gathered they were frequent diners of this jewel on 3^rd avenue, and she knew the goodness that came from that incredible kitchen!) Hands down, this was one of the best meals of my life and this isn’t hyperbole, but truth. I can honestly say that I’ve had the privilege of eating some fine, very fine, meals (my BFF’s husband is a chef, Primo Simon is a chef, and I like delicious food). The marrow from the shank was to die for! No, I didn’t suck it out. I used the tiny fork they provided, but I can say that I was scraping the insides, like people do when they are eating crab legs. I ate a little of the pasta, which was fresh made as well, and the sauce! All of the flavors married together wonderfully, I swore this was a signature Simon dish!

Oh…a delicious tomato sauce that was simple, but I knew it was very complex. I must say that the fresh mushrooms were chopped with sheer precision and perfectly sautéed because they didn’t taste overly oily! I saved a large bit of the pasta and bread. This meal was far too perfect for just my belly. Someone at the church HAD to share in this goodness because my soul was flooded with this love, and I knew they’d appreciate it too!

After the meal was taken away to be packaged up neatly, two workers busted out the straight edge to swipe away any lingering crumbs. What incredible service! Again, my server appeared, enticing me with another glass of wine. Sure, I nodded, it was my last night, right? Again, he showed up with another glass of overflowing wine, filled even more than the initial glass, if such a thing was even possible! He’d also brought a small plate of homemade biscotti, which I happily nibbled on, passing the time.

After munching the first, he made his presence with a small aperitif glass. In a thick Italian accent, he offered me Limoncello or Grappa. I asked the price and he said it was on the house. I relented, but only agreeing to it if he took a drink with me.

He agreed as he took my hand to shake on our deal. He seemed intrigued by my gesture, and scurried away quickly, to only reappear with another small glass for himself. He poured the libations and we happily, verbally toasted. I took a sip and it was powerful. I breathed through the fire, grabbed my glass of wine, and downed any remaining bits. When he showed again, he gestured to my glass, quizzing me with his eyes because I’d not touched it any more. I teased back, that his own glass hadn’t moved. I chided him a bit, taunting him that no one was around and to just do it. This time, we raised and clinked glasses and shot the drink. Mine had bits of tart fruit that I couldn’t stomach swallowing. I chuckled, shook my head, held up my hand saying “escuze” and spit the bits of fruit in my napkin with as much grace and delicacy as could be expected. We both let out a rip-roaring belly laugh. I thanked him kindly and he asked if I wanted another. There was a small part of me that wanted to agree, but I just shook my head no, remembering that I needed to be on point for NOLA. He frowned and asked if I was tired. I explained to him, that I wasn’t and even though it was my final night in NYC, I had to get back because I had a very important meeting. Plus, I needed to get back to the room to chat with my beloved. He reluctantly brought the bill and I was pleasantly surprised that he only charged me for 1 glass of wine and my meal. I thanked him over and over again, and tipped the full amount if he would’ve charged me for the 2^nd glass of wine. Gotta love that Italian hospitality! My heartstrings tugged at the thought of re-visiting beautiful Italy.

I thanked him over and over again because little did he know that I needed that small ego boost. It felt amazing to feel that beautiful again! I beamed when I walked back to the church, and smiled even more after I left the warm package atop the talking cardboard box in the blistering cold.

I made it to the room, and happily sang as I packed my things. After I spoke to my beloved, I settled in, and for the first time, I immediately drifted off to sleep, with a slight bit of melancholy at the thought of leaving my 2-week home away from home. Bittersweet, of course.

The perfect end to a great stay and I’m so grateful for the opportunity, but there’s no place like home.

NYC: Persephone

Being that I was in the city for another few nights, I set off to replenish my wardrobe. I was happy that I brought an extra outfit, but nothing I’d brought seemed fitting for my final training session. I picked up a few things, and walked back to my hotel. I nearly at at a Chinese Noodle shop, when another gem caught my eye. Persephone, the goddess of fertility, I opted to go in.

Initially, I was unsure simply because they had no visible menu posted to the outside. I invited myself in, and I certainly was a sight in my up-to-the knee rainboots, zebra printed fleece liners, rain-trench, and shopping sacks. I looked like a certifiable bag lady.

It was no wonder that the hostess greeted me with a surprised look. The gentleman sitting next to her seemed unamused, with an unabashedly blank look to his face. A looming uncomfortable pause, prompted me to clear my throat and politely, yet meekly, ask them if they were in fact a restaurant. There were tables around me, and a few of the people we eating, but for all I knew, I could’ve been an exclusive club. She nodded her head. “So, can I be seated??” Another nod, and there she remained firmly planted. I gather my “WTF” look prompted her to move, so I just told her that I wanted to place an order to-go. I just didn’t want to deal with the OMG-poor-gal-is-sitting-alone-and-I-wonder-why look. I tugged the menu from her clutch, and plopped at the bar. I passively ordered the quail with vegetable orzo, and a quick Goose and cran cocktail. I needed to take off some kind of an edge.

After waiting for a few minutes in silent, just moments after I’d sucked the remaining bits of my unwind-juice, my meal arrived. I hurriedly paid, and set off for the room. When I got there, I peeled off the many layers, threw on my jimmies and proceeded to enjoy a succulent dinner. I was unsure what to expect, but boy was it yummy and filling.

NYC: The Four Seasons & The Reader

Tuesday night, the entire team was going to get together to take me out. Originally slated for Monday, the storm rearranged the initial plans. When it came to things that afternoon, well, once again plans changed. Lucky for me, Kate and Gen were still available and we decided a round of drinks was in order to celebrate the launch. We set off to an Italian place that both Gen and Kate assured me would be very relaxing, comfortable, and great for conversation. Unfortunately, when we approached it, we discovered it completely empty, save a few reminders of the proud restaurant that occupied the space. Unaware of any other options, we asked a stranger passing by who directed us to the Four Seasons. We’d heard it was a wonderful place for a happy hour and it was just that, except for the prices! Eeeek! We were all a bit taken back when the bill arrived, but it was ok. We shared a lot of laughs and as I walked back to the hotel, I opted to grab a quick meal of gnocchi to-go. and a small bottle of Coke, but was disappointed to discover that it was sweetened with HFCS and not sugar cane. Bleh!
The gnocci was delicious! Then again, I've come to expect that level of consistency from Serafina.


I rented The Reader and was thoroughly impressed! Kate Winslet is beautiful and amazing and well, I say if you haven’t seen it, you should. Be forewarned, it is very sultry and provocative.

This was the night I also learned that my time in NYC would be extended through Friday. Even though I'd packed already, I didn't have the energy to go and unpack all of my things. Instead, I just pulled out the luggage holders and balanced my open suitcases on them.

(BTW, I have to say that Hazel, who comes up at night for the evening turndown service is so sweet and nice. I loved her. Finally, she got my name right by calling me Meece Bianca instead of Meece Blanca.)

NYC: Alice’s Tea Cup and Lilli & Loo

This trip has been very cathartic for me. I’m aware of who I am and while I believed so much of me was lost, I realize that all of it is there, shining brighter than ever, actually. I know I’ve expressed this many times, but it is very difficult to understand what it means to become a mother. I often smile when I look at the prestigious letters following people’s signatures in emails: John Doe MSCE, JD, CPA, Dr. Jane Doe PMP, MBA. Such things don’t exist for moms, who, quite frankly, hold the title Mom. But we’re party planners, project managers, social workers, psychiatrists, mediators, negotiators, personal assistants, nurses, chefs, etc…well, you get the picture. Duh, it’s a lot of responsibility to be a parent.

I’m in awe, utter and complete awe of single parents and I’m amazed at my husband for coping so well these past couple of weeks. The most difficult thing I had to come to terms with was being a mom, but being away from my family. I missed them. But at the same time, I felt like I was letting them down. I’d never known a mother who traveled with any frequency. Not like I was going to start doing more traveling, but I can probably count on one hand the number of times my mother was away at a conference, but even then, she wasn’t away for more than a few days. My fear was that I was creating emotional scars within Marisabelle because of my absence. Was I a poor mother for willingly leaving her immediate side? I didn’t really think so. I felt honored that I was chosen to do this job. I was proud of the work I was doing. And I knew that she would be proud of me too. With that intention every day, I’d wake to face whatever came my way and I strove to do it with as much composure as I could muster. Fortunately for me, I was kept quite busy, so it was late, late at night that these longing thoughts crept into the quiet corners of my mind.

Lucky for me, they came in for a quick visit. We had an amazing time walking all around and strolling through Central Park was one of the many highlights. Just as they left, the snow began to lazily fall down. It was very beautiful and really cold. I wished them goodbye, went up to the room to clean myself up and went in to the office. Everyone was working and it would be good to see them all. We'd ordered burger from Five Guys, which started my love affair with delicious burgers wrapped in foil (similar to Mooyah!)

By Sunday evening, I was emotionally and physically exhausted, so I made-do with the gyro I’d bought on the street. I’d had 3 glasses of hot chocolate from the hotel (like a creamy, liquid pudding!). When I returned from the office, I nestled in for a fantasy marathon: Harry Potter & the Order of the Phoenix & The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (movie 3 of the trio) I must admit, I fell into a deep sleep for the better part of the LOTR movie, but awoke long enough to watch the part that I’d fallen asleep when I originally saw it in the theater. I was very happy to know it all made a lot more sense now.

Anyway, fast forward to Monday, a busy, busy day at work. Not unlike all my time here. Gen and I had made plans to eat dessert together. This was before dinner, but I didn’t care. I was desperate for some one-on-one girl-time. I missed my girlfriends. I’d pretty much been running non-stop all day and it was thrilling! She mentioned a place that was her special place, and I was too, too eager to stop by for a visit! Alice's Tea Cup, Chapter II was literally tucked away around a corner. Had we not been looking for it, I certainly would’ve missed it. We walked down a small, but slippery flight of stairs (I forgot to mention that it snowed the day before and that day!). It was a two level cottage, brightly painted with whimsical Alice in Wonderland themed photos adorning the walls, which were also filled with curvy, loopy words from fun quotes. They sold fairy wings, wands, and other sorts of thrilling items to fill the imagination. We were seated on the second floor, near the winding steps, with a table made from the remnants of an old push pedal sewing machine. I ordered the chocolate cake with buttercream icing and a peach bellini, from a pixie-like gal, who could’ve stepped off the walls for all I knew. Gen had the classic yellow cake with chocolate frosting. Off the little imp disappeared down the winding steps, reappearing moments later with our order. The chocolate cake was passable, but nothing overwhelming. The frosting however, tasted old and stale like it had been sitting for days. However, the bellini was freshly made and I was certainly happy that it wasn’t a pre-frozen libation. The most enjoyable part of the evening was the conversation amidst a dreamy backdrop. It really was like a dream. After I left, I set off to Laila Rowe to buy some much needed rain boots. I picked up a few items and on my way, when I stopped to ask for directions, I found an amazing hair salon called: Amour de Hair. It was eclectic and inviting and I made a mental note to revisit it, if the occasion should arise.

Afterwards, I headed on out to eat dinner. Lilli & Loo is an Asian fusion establishment, with beautiful décor.

Unfortunately, I was incredibly disappointed with my meal. My sushi roll was uninventive and generic. It was trying to be more, but the flavor just wasn’t there.

The Pad See Ew that I ordered could’ve been better, but the beef was overcooked and the noodles were as well. I did get it to-go, though. The fortune cookie was delicious, though. Thin, crispy, and perfectly sweet. I headed back to the hotel and stopped by the church to see if one of the homeless men who slept on the stoops in the night would be interested in a warm meal. It wasn’t much and while I may not have enjoyed the meal, I’m certain that one of them would.

NYC: Hello, my name is Beyonca

In the early afternoon, I made a SBUX run for a cinnamon dolce latte. I was feeling the afternoon blahs, and I knew this bit of java juice would bolt me right up. I was a smart gal today and remembered to bring my sneakers! I slipped them on and grabbed the java and lookie here, see my new name.

After work, I ran over to Whole Foods to pick up some items for when Mari comes to visit. This is the beginning of Columbus Circle. Whole Foods is in the basement.The following two statues are inside the shopping center at Columbus Circle. They are very large statues and very prominent. The female is to the left, the male is to the right. This one is male.

This one is female. You can see how large they are in comparison to the woman walking next to it.

Here's a shot of Central Park as I was walking back. Isn't that beautiful?

As I was wandering around to look for dinner, I walked past a fancy party that I nearly crashed. Everyone was in jeans and a coat, so I knew I could blend in, but I wasn't feeling that brave. Anyway, I passed Valentino and Cavalli and came up Church's. This is NY's version of Church's. I haven't found many fast food fried chicken places. ha ha! (that's for you Carol)


I gave up and ended up heading back to the hotel to relax and order room service. I was horribly disappointed! Turkey burger was overcooked, but the roll was delicious. I was starving, so I couldn't afford to be too picky. I quietly ate my food while I watched Nothing Like the Holidays. It was ok, but it could've been so much better! The walking around was the highlight of my night, but afterwards, I was left with my sad thoughts.

After getting off the phone with Don, I sat in the shower and sulked until I was tired enough to pass right on out. But I get to see them over the weekend and I can't wait. I'm busting out the big camera for that one! Sorry for the lack of creativity. Have a good one!

NYC: St. Patrick's Cathedral, Serfina, and Doug & Andy

It was Ash Wednesday, the beginning of Lent. Don sent me a photo of Mari with her first ashes (last year, labor began on Ash Wednesday). All day Lent was on my mind and I couldn't help but feel a twang of melancholy since Don and I share our Catholic faith. It felt like a big part of me was missing and I was sad that I wasn't going to hold his hand when I went to get my ashes. My very highest priority of the guy was to going to church to get my ashes.

Once again, I braved the cold weather and racked up some miles in my heels. I walked 9 blocks to St. Patrick's Cathedral. (My poor feet will have earned that Baby's Butt pedicure at Nails Nails! when I return home.) I was incredibly excited to see inside the Cathedral. In my past trips, I'd only seen the outside, never having actually gone in. I arrived and there was a winding line of people outside to receive their ashes. I really wanted to go to Mass and you can imagine my surprise to know that there was a sign for "Mass" so I jumped out of line and followed the other sign. Once inside, I was immediately taken aback by the breathtaking beauty. All around me were lines filled with hundreds of people. My heart leapt and I felt so proud to be a Catholic. We were all joined here: the many colors of people, young and old, rich and poor, we were all the same in God's eyes. Here we were gathered in this ornate cavernous home, but it felt warm and comfortable. I thought, "What luck! I arrived at the part of the Mass where they are giving ashes. I can still sing and partake all through Eucharist, too!" I jumped in a line on the center aisle only to get to the front and receive Eucharist. I wasn't disappointed, but slightly panicked at the thought of the long, long line and receiving my ashes. I quietly nestled into one of the side pews to give thanks and praise. We sang the closing song and I made my way back to the center aisle after everyone had cleared out. They were handing out ashes!

"From dust you were made and to dust you shall return" I bowed my head as he placed the sign of the cross on my forehead. I went beyond the altar and behind it were small alcoves with candle displays. I lit two candles, knelt in prayer, and quiety walked around the other way to explore more of the sanctuary. At the furthest point was a beautiful, small chapel. There were about 8 to 10 pairs of pews all facing a statue of the Virgin Mary. It was so crowded that someone knelt on the pristine marble in quiet reverence. I kept walking and happened upon a statue similar to Michelango's Pieta. I extended my hand and touched the cool marble and was overcome with emotion.

Afterwards, I left the Cathedral and quietly walked several blocks until I was nearly back to the hotel. I spoke with my bienamada (beloved in Spanish) and did my Supergirl quick change to set out for Serafina.

Ror dinner: Ratatouille & Pizza Bianca (arugula, fresh parmesan, with added artichokes)...absolutely delicious! This was the comfort food I was seeking!
I sipped on a house red wine while I waited on the ratatouille. When it arrived, the aromas tickled my senses and my mouth watered. I wasn't even sure I was hungry, but as soon as I smelled it, my tummy grumbled. Even though there were red and green peppers, in the dish, I didn't care that I'd suffer from a migraine. It would be worth it. Yes, it was THAT good.

When they brought out the pizza, I reached out to snap a photo of it when the guys at the table immediately to my right said, "Yes, take a picture! It'll last longer."

They both had friendly eyes. I choked down the hurt and smiled at them. I was going to dismiss the comment, but never one to pass up the opportunity to make a new friend, I threw back, "Yes, I'm getting a photo for my husband, who isn't here with me, obviously." They smiled again and introduced themselves: Doug & Andy. I began to talk about my family and my reason for traveling to NY. They had an understanding look and without making me feel any worse, they both remarked how they live in Miami, but work in NY. Fly in on Monday, fly out Thursday, spend the weekends with their family. TOUGH! Wow, I had immediate admiration for them. They they raised their glass and we toasted. With that, I was finished with the first glass and ordered the Serafina Chianti to wrap up dinner. I talked about the ashes on my forehead (they were both Jewish). I talked about Texas. We talked weather. We talked food. We talked Facebook (and had a good laugh!) We even talked about the hotel where I'm staying and Andy told me the names of the workers, the General Manager and that he used to keep an apartment there. Interesting stuff. They were a wonderful distraction and took me away from my pity party. (Doug even gave me a high five! And you all know how fond I am of high fives!) They both gave me their business cards when it came time for me to depart. And it was like saying goodbye after dinner with friends. *sigh* It was just what I needed!

Only one more night alone and I'll see my family! yaaay!! And I really need to walk around with the Silver Rebel instead of my flashy red. These pictures aren't what they could be. Oh well, you get the point!

NYC: Magnolia Bakery & Manana...walking tour

Before I can begin to talk about dinner, I must first start with my walking adventure.

Earlier in the day, I had it in my head to explore the island, to go away from my immediate 5 block radius. Today, we were talking sweets, all sorts of delicious treats: cupcakes, cakes, frosting, etc. I guess what sparked it was talk of Mardi Gras. And yes, it was time to indulge (not like I hadn't been doing much of that to begin with already!). I'd had Crumbs before and while it was ok, it certainly wasn't Sprinkles. I did remember that there was a specific bakery to NYC that I'd been wanting to try out and hadn't had a chance: MAGNOLIA BAKERY!

After work, I ran to the hotel to layer up nice and good. I switched out my purse to carry my homemade bag (thanks Carol!). I asked the concierge where Magnolia was and he asked me which one. He printed off instructions to the original location off of 11th and Bleecker. The doorman helped me hail a cab and off I went. Traffic was typical and the ride was easy. I took the sights in and told myself that if I really wanted to, I could probably walk back.

He dropped me off across the street from the bakery and smiling at me was an eccentric little bookstore. This was the kind of place I'd been looking for! My imagination ran wild and I had to go inside to smell the books. Just as I was browsing the books on the sidewalk, I saw a man walk inside with his dog. Any place that allows dogs is ok by me. I treated myself to 3 special books: Harper Lee's To Kill a Mockingbird, Neruda's Love Poems, and the Scanimation book, Swing. One for me, one for Don, and one for Mari. I checked out after I finished eavesdropping on a colorful conversation about our current President, Alabamans and the "N" word. Interesting because I know of no place in Texas that would allow for such free flowing conversation without scornful looks, outright tsks, or even worse. I bid the workers adieu and happily trotted across the small street for my sweet treats.

The thing that first struck me about the bakery was not the picture window filled with beautifully decorated cakes, nor was it the other window filled with oodles and oodles of cupcakes. It wasn't the bustling workers or the people inside. It was struck by the fact that it didn't smell like a bakery. It didn't smell bad, it just didn't have a smell. Initially, it made me skeptical, but I was quickly won over by the friendliness of the plentiful workers. Each doing their own task, concentrating, and periodically looking up. I was completely blown away by their busy-ness. This was one of those places where everyone automatically knew the flow. I must admit, I felt a little strange and unfamiliar, but I jumped right on it and went with it. I ordered a variety of yummies: pumpkin cheesecake, red velvet cake, small banana pudding, and cherries jubilee. I wanted to bring some happies to my buddy Gen. The packaged all of it right up and I set off for my walking adventure.

My tummy grumbled, but I soon forgot it. I disregarded the cold and was mesmerized by the neighborhood. This little gem of Greenwich Village was so welcoming, so inviting. There were people tucked away having private conversations, there were folks strolling hand in hand, people closing their shops. It was so great to stretch my legs and walk. I walked past the legendary Lips cabaret and for a split second I wanted to stop. But I REALLY, REALLY wanted to go on Bingo night, but it was Tuesday and Bingo is on Wednesdays. Before I knew it, I was outside of the Village and into Chelsea.

Then I passed Madison Square Garden. I walked for several blocks behind a group of friends chit-chatting about their bosses and what not. I couldn't help but eavesdrop and I missed my friends.
Next up was Times Square. I can see why the locals tend to stay away. All of these commercialized eateries line the bright neon, none of them truly the taste of NY. I felt bad for the people eating around there because it's a shame that they didn't venture off the path to discover more of the real NY.
Then, I came upon the Fashion District. There's a small part of me that will always wonder "what if." As I stared up, I could see the different fabric shops and I was upset that they weren't open. Oh well, maybe this weekend!

The further away I got, the neon volume turned down like the noise all around me. I was surrounded by working people. People dressed in suits, trenches, clutching onto their briefcases, speaking quickly into their earpieces. I just toned them out. I passed by the MOMA and the Sony building and came upon the Radio City Music Hall sign.

Somehow, I found my way back to familiar stomping ground and I gleefully started singing some random made-up song. Instead of going back to my hotel immediately, it was time to glutton it up. I remembered there was a Mexican restaurant around the corner, so I gave it a try. BIG LETDOWN.

It was incredibly overpriced food, even by the upscale restaurants in Dallas. The service was ok, withdrawn, actually. They seemed more interested in talking with each other than following-up with patrons. I wish everyone would've been as friendly as the hostess, who didn't mind that I didn't tip her when I checked my coat (Flame away, my fault completely! I didn't have any bills on me.)

This was the best part of my meal: the Lujuria Margarita. Don Julio Silver tequila, lime and orange juice, with Cointreau. At first sip, it was perfection, but because I didn't drink fast enough, the acidity from the juice married the bite from the tequila causing a bitter explosion. But I do love Don Julio!

These are the overpriced enchiladas. Three rojo chicken enchiladas. No beans and rice, no other kind of side came with it. Just the plain enchiladas, which were quite tasty, but in my opinion, were NOT worth the $23. YIKES! I'm so glad I ordered a side of corn, otherwise, I'd still be hungry!

Here's the previous mentioned side of corn. It said traditional Mexican roasted corn, but where's the paprika? Where's the queso fresco? Where's the mayo? They said it was already all in there. I didn't believe them and the flavor from the dish didn't lie to me either. But I was starving and didn't feel like complaining. I wanted to get out of there ASAP so I could make it back to my room to sing to my daughter goodnight.

Unfortunately, she didn't wake up from her nap at all, so no singing. I actually woke Don up as well. Ooopsie! I quickly said my love-yous and miss-yous, and bid him goodnight. I sprang up from the bed and danced over to the red velvet cake. It was, after all, screaming my name all night long. I dove right on it and only ate 1/3 of that delicious goodness. (Sorry, no picture folks!) It was light and the frosting divine! The cake wasn't as moist as Sprinkles, but flavorful it its own right. Highly recommend that one.

When I was sufficiently full, I opted to zone out to HDNet TV. Angie Everhart had documented her trek up Kilimanjaro I was intrigued and for some odd reason, I wanted to climb Kilimanjaro too. No, that isn't in the near future (money, for one thing, is a killjoy!), but it could be on the list of things to do. It looked beautiful and I hate that the glaciers are fading. Anyway, hope you all are doing well!

*oh, and yes, it was incredibly cold, but as long as I kept moving, things weren't so bad!

holy chilly dogs, Batman!

My commute is less than 10 minutes (5 minutes if I was a true yankee). We're talking like 5 blocks, people. I was a frozen icicle half an hour AFTER I'd been settled in the warm office. I swear the A/C was running. (if my poor grammar and spelling from the earlier post today was any indicator of how cold I was...yes, my cold-ness directly coorelates to poor grammar and spelling)

Today, I mistakenly chose to wear a skirt and a nice top. Since I'd be in front of a few more users today, I wanted to look sharp. I S-H-I-V-E-R-E-D for the last 3 blocks. Seriously, teeth were chattering. My legs burned from that vicious wind. For those of you from West Texas, you are familiar with that type of wind knocking your breath out. Lucky for me, I was smart enough to armor myself with layers up high, but neglected the lower part of my body. BIG MISTAKE.

I'm even afraid of walking back to the hotel tonight. Silly, I know. At least that's supreme motivation to get me to workout. Why? Because I packed my incredibly warm running tights and my long sleeve running shirt, oh and my sneakers too! So there you go. It is supposed to warm up by the end of the week. Lucky for me, Mari won't be a tiny popsicle. Bless her bones.

NYC: Brio Restaurant

My first night alone, I opted to take myself out for an Italian meal. I knew it would be rich and hearty enough that I wouldn't want to stay up all night out of lonliness.

This was a boutique shop on the corner that boasted a quaint sidewalk cafe. When Don and I were here in November, we'd passed this place several times, curious, but electing instead to go to Serafina.

So, there I sat on a cold winter night desperately trying to remember what it was like to be single, long enough so that I wouldn't spontaneously combust into a fitful of tears. Right, what mom wouldn't like a vacation for a few days? I guess I wasn't entirely ready for it, but I'm slowly embracing it.

I was tucked away in the corner. My co-worker informed that his friend's family owned the place. Based on his reaction when I told him where I was going, I knew instantly that I had to go!
For an appetizer, I ordered artichoke hearts and a glass of the house red. At first bite, they were unlike anything I'd ever eaten. The outsides were thin, crisp, salty wafers, but the centers were oh-so-delicious meaty goodness. For a half second, I'd forgotten where I was. However, the salty, oily bite brought me back to reality. I realized I was absolutely famished! I very, nearly cleaned the plate.

Moments later, I was greeted by an expansive circular white dish. It was a gnocchiette with lamb. The waiter highly recommended this dish, describing the taste as a lamb stew. I'd never had lamb stew, but I've had lamb before and I do like it. Sure enough, at first bite, the tender lamb melted in my mouth. The tomato bouquet from the sauce tasted fresh and the side of broccoli rabe was perfectly made. I devoured every last bit of the entree, but left half of my vegetables. I thought the broccoli might make for a good snack tomorrow.



They neatly packaged it in a sturdy to-go container while I pondered the dessert menu. And this, my friends, is how I pack on 20lbs while I'm in NY instead of losing the 10 like I'd hoped. ha ha!

I settled for the almond cookies with Vin Santo. These tiny morsels were posing as perfectly made biscotti with a wicked sweet wine which tantalized my outer limbs. I needed to warm up before I faced the NYC cold again.

Next stop, the Duane Reade across the way. I know if I had an actual picture of my little family, some candles, and flowers, I would feel a little less homesick. Unfortunately, that DR didn't have one of those photo processing centers. I literally ran back to my hotel to settle in for the night. I stayed up for about an hour chatting with my husband and I could hear my little one in the background exploring and wreaking havoc. :D That's my girl. I could no longer leave my eyes open, so I gave them mental hugs and kisses and slumbered for the next 10 hours. I guess I must've been really tired.

How do I love thee??

Every year, Valentine's day is becoming more and more anti-climactic. Especially with the way our economy is going right now, it is really tough to justify spending an inordinate amount of money on food and flowers for one day. So what did we do? Here's the short and sweet version

On Friday, Primo came over to make a French dinner for our friends. We've decided that we'll have a monthly dinner party with friends where we drink wine, eat a ridiculous meal, and all we have to pay for is the cost of food. For $15 we were served an 8 course French meal that was divine! I'll have to remember to post some pics! YUM! I sprang the $5 for rose petals to add to the ambience.

(PHOTOS PLACED HERE LATER)

Saturday was my niece's 8th birthday, so Mari and I got to hang around a bunch of screaming girls. It was a far cry from Julie's home which felt so relaxed and inviting. I really wanted to hang out (hopefully we can some time!) after dropping off her custom Mei Tai from my MIL. We had fun there and the birthday girl really got a kick out of Mari's costume changes. I'd taken two thinking that the gals might change their dress up clothes a couple of times, and sure enough, they did!

That night, my folks offered to watch Mari so Don and I could have a date. Well, instead, we opted to order Mooyah online (OMG, Mooyah gets better and better every time!). I've been feeling sickly the past several days (sore throat), so we stopped by CVS after picking up dinner. I presented Don with Men's Health and a 1 year subscription for it. We later made the decision to go shopping and spend the amount of money that we would've spent on a night out for new clothes and shoes. Here's where it gets good:

Instead of a dozen delivered roses, I got 3 new pairs of shoes!! (thankyouverymuchDSWclearancesaleandrewardsprogram) Included with that bunch was my very first ever pair of Michael Kors shoes. I heart them so much! Don also, bought materials to make a locket necklace for me. I can't wait to see how it turns out. (oh, and I must brag that I had a very, very creative trail of cut out hearts when I arrived home on Friday, all which pointed to the homemade card with a special poem he'd written just for me...*swoon*) Afterwards, we hit up Kohls for their 80% off insanity sale and I got some things. On top of the already sale price, we picked a scratch off worth an additional 20% off of everything!!!! Don got some new shoes at DSW, as well as some fun shirts and a pair of jeans at Kohls. We totally scored big and spent less than the cost of flowers and a fancy-schmancy dinner (which we were able to indulge in on Friday night anyway, with friends to boot!), if you can believe that. Granted, we still spent the money, and that's not being very thrifty, but we needed clothes in the worst way and I especially needed some new shoes since I can't wear my Vibram 5-fingers to work.

How was your love day spent? Hope all is well!