August 10, 2017 by admin
August 9, 2017 by admin
I wasn’t really in the mood to celebrate the 4th of July this year, the first 6 months of the Trump “presidency” had taken their toll and I needed a break. I begged Ken, “can’t we pleeeeeease go to Italy for the 4th of July???”, and by begged I mean the simple mention of Italy makes him melt to his knees so it was an easy sell. We decided on Tuscany region and it didn’t take long to find the perfect place in Chianti. We stayed at the Castello Del Nero, a villa sitting high atop the rolling hills of vineyards and olive trees. The property sits on over 600 acres which made for beautiful morning walks…and wild boar sightings. From there we did a wine tour of the Antinori Vineyards (one of them anyway), their wine cellar located in a 13th century church, followed by an olive oil tasting and dinner at Osteria di Passagnano featuring homegrown vegetables, fruits and herbs matched with a perfect wine pairing for each course.
The downside to Tuscany is there is never enough time to explore, eat and drink all that is within reach but with visits to Siena, San Gimignano, Florence and Chianti, we left happy, satiated and feeling a bit like a chunky monkey frankly.
Chianti Sculpture Park, fabulous!
Castello Del Nero, Osteria Di Passagano, Florence, Siena, San Gimignano
May 3, 2017 by admin
I remember once I was at this nice restaurant in New Orleans sitting at the bar. My boyfriend and I were laughing with the couple next to us while sipping martinis, they were from Houston. We ordered a dozen oysters and just began slurping our first gem with the mignonette when we asked them to “please feel free and help yourselves”. The woman paused and said, “oh no, I can’t, I got hepatitis C from eating oysters”.
It would be a long time before I’d eat oysters again. I’m not really sure when it started back up but I do know there is nothing better than the local Hamptons’ oyster, The Montauk Pearl. They are simply delicious and fresh and beautiful. And thanks to The Nature Conservancy doing everything in their power to keep our waterways, rivers and oceans clean (around the globe), we hope to have them flourishing there forever.
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Anyway, it’s about all I remember from that stay in New Orleans, you know how it goes down there.
April 2, 2017 by admin
It’s amazing what trouble you can find even in the never-ending rainy days of April when a good friend is in tow, enter Natalie, my buddy from the days of living in Shanghai.
A night at The Bell and Anchor with all the usual suspects is always a must. With Natalie I can always count on a madcap adventure but coupled with the revolving door of personalities in the off-season of the Hamptons and you’ve got yourself a Blue Ribbon time. Each day I wake up a little more haggard, puffy-eyed and an ache in my side from all the laughing. I realized one thing we have in common is that people like to talk to us and we have the patience to listen, I can’t decide if that’s a gift or not.
Case in point: we were out at the local bar one night when a quite drunk, 50ish woman (and I’m not talking about me) sought us out for a never-stopping-for-air chat. She was very nice and it seemed she just really needed to discuss the hardship of her last child heading off to college. Just as my mind started to wonder off she quickly brought me back to life when mentioning how much she liked TJMax (I get it) and that she got her Ivanka Trump pants there. Then I started thinking about her voting for Trump and felt the rage boiling up inside me but I took a deep breath and changed my thoughts to what Natalie might sing at Karaoke (Tainted Love’ won out)
The following days consisted of walks in nature, feeding little birds and a few very big birds, watching a fantastic movie, a fun party, more wine, more delicious food and most importantly, long conversations with a good friend. Thank you Natalie.
March 18, 2017 by admin
Yesterday as I was walking out of my building I saw that someone had written in the snow covered sidewalk, ‘MAGA Trump!’, at which point I crossed out the MAGA and wrote SUX after Trump!. When confessing this later to Ken his only response was, “what is SUX?”.
I really need to get it together because if I want a President who doesn’t tweet in the wee hours of the morning using the words of an 8 yr. old (STUPID!, BAD HOMBRES!, DUMB!, MORON!) then I better start acting like I’m not an 8 yr. old myself.
My niece came to visit me last week while my husband was on a Father/Son trip. I was happy they were together, it’s not every day this can happen, but did they HAVE to go to sunny and warm Costa Rica? They couldn’t go trekking through Iceland or maybe Transylvania?! So I called my niece Leah and said get out here so we can act like 8 yr. olds and that’s just what we did.
We hiked and played our way around the Quogue Wildlife Refuge…on the day of the biggest snow storm we’ve had all winter. She’d never been snowed-on before! We had the park to ourselves except for the lone set of tracks we saw on the main trail, we never saw him but we were surprised by his Shreklike foot prints. The park also has a dwarf pine forest making the day even more magical. If that weren’t enough, the refuge worker came out with corn kernels and let us feed the snow geese and ducks.
The next day we took the dogs on a hike through the woods out to the beach at Barcelona Point. On our way back we ran into a man who wanted to know if we’d seen his lost dog, Winnie. He was a wreck and worried if he didn’t find her she’d freeze to death overnight, so we got back to the car, put the dogs in and started back out to help look for her. After schlepping through the woods for a while, I saw something black moving and Leah and I called out to her and sure enough it was Winnie! I called the man on his cellphone (did I mention he was a good-looking, veterinarian with exceptional hair?) and shortly after the two were together again. Leah and I celebrated that night with too much wine and two Karaoke songs, ‘Love Shack’ and ‘Girls just want to have fun’. FUN! AWESOME! GREAT! BITCHIN’!
Before the snow came in NYC, Marie’s Crisis Cafe singing show tunes
Ballet in Central Park
December 17, 2016 by admin
Far, far away in a land known for it’s hard workers, big dreams and bigger attitudes, people came from all over the world to see our art, our parks, our shows and yes, occasionally eat at Applebee’s in Times Square. Remember it? We’d go to bars that were too loud and drink expensive martinis then stumble home and complain about the cold, hard winter. We’d shop and buy beautiful shoes that we know darn well we won’t wear down the dirty sidewalks. We’d meet lovely tourists then yell at them to move out of the way! That was the old NYC. Now, it’s the home of our new President, I can’t even say his name.
Before we move on to a new cold war, ahem, I mean New Year!, I must remember that just a few months ago I was truly happy.
It started with the wedding of the Millenials, Mae and Bryna. It was a gorgeous spectacle set among the Maine finger lakes.
The wedding was followed by a quick trip to celebrate wedding anniversaries (our fifth and Kelly and John’s 10th) in California wine country, with exceptional wine tastings at Crocker and Star, Jarvis , Cade and lots of love shared between friends.
From San Francisco to Sicily for a bike trip with more friends! (I hope they ARE still friends?!) We rode through Ragusa, Scicli, Noto, Ortigia, through many farms and beaches and it was all perfection. Ride, Eat, Drink! Or was it, Eat, Ride, Drink or Drink, Eat, Drink, Ride, I don’t know…
Just a happy local
August 24, 2016 by admin
“when I walk into the room, the men all pause”.
Remember that song? I sure do. Friday night at the Red Onion or Bentleys you could find me on the dance floor kick ball-changing and pas-de-buerreing to all the best dance music. Guys would wait by the side and eventually one of them would get the nerve up to dance with us. We thought we were pretty amazing, putting on a show.
I was just at a friend’s 10th anniversary party, it was such a beautiful party held outside at their new house along the water in the Hamptons. They had a dance floor set up and after dinner the music started so of course I got out there right away. While trying to find my groove, I started getting really hot and sweaty and realized yet another hot flash was taking over me, I have them day and night. Now I dance to a different tune… “The men-o-pause when I walk into the room”.
It’s really odd that one day you wake up and you’re in menopause. You never think it’s going to happen to you. I literally sweat day and night. I sleep naked with no covers and Ken is wrapped like a pig-in-a-blanket in our comforter, shivering from the low air con temperature I continually have it on. I’m not crying a lot but I DO want to punch people in the face daily, even my sweet, loving husbands. No wonder so many people get divorced in the their fifties. If he says “did you have a good night’s sleep honey?” I’m like, why the hell is he asking me that, goddamn son of a bitch! I am noticing all those hormone cream ads in magazines where they have sharply dressed women at a restaurant sitting around the lunch table with smiles on their faces because they use this cream and are finally able to have sex that’s not horribly painful. Or maybe they are smiling because they are out to lunch and eating fries with white wine, I don’t know. And don’t even get me started that coffee and alcohol exacerbate the hot flashes because that will make me want to punch you in the face.
William, our new goat (sculpture)
August 17, 2016 by admin
Here’s the summer summary of 2016 so far…
Ken’s Birthday weekend in the Hamptons
Wedding in Vermont
Wine Country Tour on the North Fork
Windsor Castle and Eton bike tour
Opening of Westfield World Trade Center Shopping, John Legend performs
Breakfast by Ken
August 17, 2016 by admin
Ken, Jenny and I were recently walking through Central Park when a woman pushing a stroller walked by with her precious little dog. The three of us stopped her to pet her dog and ask her what type of dog it was. After much oohing and ahhing over this sweet little pup, Ken came out of the dog trance realizing there was a newborn in the stroller and quickly responded, “oh, your baby is really adorable too!”. The woman calmly said, “It’s okay, happens all the time. New Yorkers don’t care about babies, they only care about dogs”.
April 3, 2016 by admin
At around the age of 22, knees hurting and a new life chapter achingly awaiting, I decided to quit dancing after more than 11 years of plies, triple time-steps and head rolls. I was still recovering from the shock of losing my father and needed more stability, i.e., a steady paycheck. I folded up the leg warmers, boxed up the tap, jazz and ballet shoes and put my jazz hands to use on a computer finding my way to corporate America! I really liked being in the professional world of pie chart reports, conference room meetings and the closed-door chatter on IRR, NOI and PMS. Nobody loves a pencil skirt with a great pair of heels more than I do and I’m proud to say that I can run down a hallway wearing both! I also love a bonus check which I would spend every dime of on a fabulous vacation (I was never good at “saving for a rainy day”, it never rains in California!). I spent a good 26 years in different companies, some better than others, but they were mostly good years and by that I mean that it would take 2 plus novels to write about those years and too many of the characters are still alive so I’ll just leave it at that for now.
So now back at present day I decide that I miss dancing, really really miss dancing and sign myself up for a beginning jazz class at Broadway Dance Center, literally in the heart of Broadway (THE Broadway, people). The first 45 minutes are warm up and movement and it’s a piece of cake. Then the instructor starts the dance combination and after the first 8 counts I turn into Lucy Ricardo trying to get through a number at Ricky’s club. Think Jerry Lewis in “Hollywood or Bust” or Jerry Lewis in any Jerry Lewis movie for that matter. When the teacher was moving into the 3rd count of 8, I moved towards my purse and promptly headed out the door. I managed to make it out of the studio before the purple of my bruised ego started to show and the tears started welling. It only took me two years to get over that day but I’m proud to announce I’ve since started tap classes again and I’m doing GREAT! I don’t know why my muscle memory for tap is so much better but I’m happy it’s there and I go every week. Who knows, before long I may be on my way back to BROADWAY! “a five, six, seven, EIGHT!”
Well, there’s always skiing…