New York at night has always gotten to me. I love wandering around when the streets aren’t so crowded, when the air is a little colder and more crisp, and the lights brighter. I felt a pang as we drove through Manhattan, out of town for the last time for a long while, Monday night.… Continue reading Get Out While the Getting’s Good
Dan and I chose Acadia as our first National Park of the year because after a combined two decades as New York City bartenders, we thought it would be funny, and fitting, to spend one of the biggest drinking holidays watching the sun rise from a mountaintop rather than pouring booze for the green horde.… Continue reading Cadillac Mountain
Yep. Dan’s finger at the top of the photo marks where we parked, and his other hand shows where he left his phone. We went up the North Ridge Trail (the red line, one of the more technically challenging hikes I’ve done due to snow and ice) and down the black-and-white road (unplowed paved road,… Continue reading Acadia Day 2, or The Day Dan Left his Phone on Top of a Mountain
Without me? But I haven’t had my arbitrary allotment of scratches yet. You don’t really need this map, do you? Our AirB&B kitty likes us.
Photo above: Rebecka at Jordan Pond, looking towards North and South Bubble Rocks Got my corned beef and cabbage out of the way early this past Tuesday, courtesy of my dear friend Steven: The past ten years, I’ve spent this day behind various bars. My Guinness game and my Jameson-pouring arm are strong, but we’re… Continue reading Acadia, aka Happy St. Patrick’s Day
Despite complications courtesy of Winter Storm Stella, Dan and I made it out of Brooklyn today on the first leg of our drive up to Maine because I wanted our adventure to start on March 14th. Five years ago today, my mother died after over a decade of battling cancer. I like to say that… Continue reading Why March 14th
I moved to New York City in the summer of 2005 for grad school. I had dreams of working in a museum so I took a job with one of New York’s largest and most prominent arts organizations, working 40 hours a week for a $330 paycheck. When the guy I was dating got hired… Continue reading Where We Got this Crazy Idea