the perfect goodbye

as of 9am this morning, i no longer live in new york city. i could write for days about why we decided to move but really, it comes down to one factor - baby on the way.  with so much other stuff going on, the reality of the big move hadn't really hit me.   but last night, when i was embarking on my final commute to 30th street, i started to get nostalgic.  it was a gorgeous new york night, temperatures in the mid 70s, the birds were chirping and people just seemed extra friendly.  my street didn't even have that normal urine/drug deal smell about it. hell, penn station even seemed to be a bit shinier last night. everything seemed so perfect, making it that much harder to think about leaving. 

five minutes into this walk down memory lane, i walked past a guy, just feet from my apartment, puking his guts up. what a a perfect new york good bye. just when you get comfortable and let down your guard, someone throws up in your path.  i'll miss you, new york city. 

nineteen ninety what?

yesterday, i was sitting with my interns, eating cupcakes for someone's birthday and having a lively conversation about non-law related topics (my favorite kind of chat).  the conversation turned towards whether or not my wedding pictures would look as dated to my kids as my parents' wedding pictures do to me.  being that i got married in 2009, i didn't think it be quite the same (ruffled tuxedo shirt anyone?) but then my intern says this gem:

"you got married in the 90s, right?  it could look dated...."

that's right, the 1990s.  as in the decade when i graduated high school and college.  the decade that ENDED twelve years ago.  apparently to a 24 year old i might as well be 45 and not 35.  thankfully he turned a sufficient shade of bright red to give me some vindication.  i can't wait to see what his evaluation looks like...

things i have learned about pregnancy

if there is a hard object within five feet of me, i will walk into it.  even if i consciously try not to.

babies like ice cream and popsicles.

my right rib is apparently a very comfortable place to rest a foot/hand/butt.  even though that limb is tiny, it is mighty.

body pillows from bed, bath and beyond are the greatest invention ever.

shoes that buckle or tie should be forgotten about for a while.

carrying anything over 2 pounds is a thing of the past.  not because you can't, but because no one will let you.

people will tell you that you waddle.  unsolicited.

backwards compliment

six months in and so far pregnancy isn't as bad as i suspected.  there are some good days and some bad, but all in all, i just feel lucky.  that being said, it's hard to feel pretty when you are six months pregnant.  i didn't want to spend a ton of money on clothes because they have such a limited shelf life.  but the cheap clothes, look, well, cheap.  and the majority of my shoes are not conducive to all of the weight i am suddenly carrying so most of them are collecting dust until next year.  after some tears a few weeks ago (blame the hormones!), seth finally convinced me that i needed to go shopping and buy some nice dresses for work.  i am wearing one of those purchases today.  and i feel pretty!   everyone at work has been quite complimentary and i am very excited.  and then this exchange occurred:

unnamed co-worker:  "wow, that dress makes it look you aren't pregnant from the front"
me:  "why, thank you, that's a huge compliment!"
unnamed co-worker: "thats a great optical illusion"

cue the sad music.  gotta love an honest male.

the list

when seth and i visited burlington, vermont over fourth of july weekend we were treated to lots of nature, a beautiful bed and breakfast and some seriously friendly people.  what we didn't expect was to eat one of the best meals we have ever had.

this heaven sent meal led to some reminiscing about the best meals we have had over the course of our time together.  five years if you can believe it!  and here are our conclusions (in no particular order):

1. Hen of the Wood, Waterbury, Vermont. 
2. Minetta Tavern, New York, New York
3. Beast, Portland, Oregon
4. Girl and the Goat, Chicago, Illinois
5. La Bourgogne, Mendoza, Argentina
6. Elote Cafe, Sedona, Arizona

why six?  there was no rhyme or reason behind it, these are just the meals that made us stand up and salute.  criteria?  we choose meals that we believed were, start to finish, food to service to ambiance (which does not necessarily mean fancy), as perfect as a meal can get. this does not include great restaurants with our favorite dishes (that list will be saved for another day).  we felt that each dish that we ate at each of these restaurants was memorable and unique and we couldn't think of a single thing to complain about with any of them.  interestingly enough, we didn't even need to debate or think about it very long.  i would highly recommend any of these restaurants.   and ask seth to make you a reservation - somehow he can get reservations for restaurants that are normally booked for years.  i think it is his superhero power.

Happy almost 4th!

Greetings from Burlington, Vermont - land of Ben & Jerry's, magic hat and lots of hippies. We've had some gorgeous weather so far and been able to enjoy lake champlain and some great nature walks. We are doubly lucky for that because that is really all there is to do up here. Tonight we are headed to the waterfront to see more nature and hopefully some fireworks.

I took a break from blogging recently mostly because the baby boy we are expecting has rendered me tired, even clumsier and fairly incoherent. (Seth is seriously concerned that my brain is melting). But 22 weeks in and while mushy in the brain, I am ready for my triumphant return. I couldn't let this little guy cease all of our adventures! In fact, I think he is just going to bring even more things to write about. Plus you won't believe the stuff I have been eating. Can't keep that a secret.

2 years!

Happy Anniversary to us! Two years ago today we broke a glass, danced the hora, ate some brunch, drank a ton and partied with all of our favorite people. I couldn't have asked for a better wedding. Lucky for me the marriage just keeps getting better!

Thanks for the flowers, fun and laughs. I couldn't ask for a better partner in crime.