
Monday morning we woke up to NYC being transformed into a complete winter wonderland. It was a rather beautiful site. Not quite a white Christmas, but close enough. It is eery seeing the streets of NYC empty and by empty not even 14" of snow could stop tourists and shoppers from hitting the pavement. If I had my winterboots I am certain I would have joined them, but being ill-prepared for that much snow I stayed indoors. Kadin however was well prepared and could not wait to play in the clean snow. Together with Mom & Dad he grabbed his pale and shovel and went outdoors before the clean white snow turned into muddy yucka snow. In NYC that window is not very big, so time was of essence.

As much as NYC is prepared for snow, even 12" can bring any city to its knees. Buses and trains were suspended and the subway was on severe delays. Sadly this meant that my NYC itinerary was going to be changing. Not really one for change there was nothing that I could do except roll with the punches as they say. Rather than staying in snow capped NYC, we headed to LI to spend the day with Jamila's family. Not really the day I had in mind, but turned out to be a day of playing with kid's 'holiday' presents, meeting the new additions to the klan, and learning to play catch-phrase. I don't really like those games, but it is a brilliant game. If you have not played, I highly suggest it. One word of advice when visiting Jamila's Moms, don't go there when you are fasting. Mrs Ahmed is the hostess with the mostess and filled the house with treats and bites. It was a true test of my dedication to my Monday fast.

Tuesday I did something that I had been looking forward to for months now! It took me 3 years to grow my hair and for the third time I donated my hair to
Locks of Love. It is a worthy cause and I figure since I do not perm, dye or put product in my hair I might as well do something productive and with it. It definitely feels strange to go from extra-long hair immediately to a short hair-do. As soon as the scissors start cutting through the ponytail you question whether you really want to go through with it. Not that you can turn around, but that thought does flash through your mind. I walk into these donations with the desire to go ubber short, but chicken out every time. As much as I would love to be daring I just cannot. Maybe next time, I end up going an inch short each time I do this...so maybe fourth time is the charm.

Fresh from the hair salon and with my newly styled do, I headed to lunch with B Mak. Being able to catch up with B Mak was a true delight as we have not had a face-to-face date since Nov 08 when he came to London for a visit. Completely reading my mind (as that is what good husbands do), we met at Mandoo in K-town for some Bimimbap. When I made the decision to give up beef, I did not realise just how many dishes I enjoyed eating included it. If it were easy it would not be a sacrifice though. Thankfully Mandoo agreed to make a chicken version just for me which was yummy in my tummy. Someone once told me that the definition of true friendship is one in which you can pick up with people right were you left off. This is true of B-Mak and I. We don't get to talk much given the time difference between CO and London, but with our blogs we are able to keep up to speed with each other. See blogs are good for something. B, it was a sincere pleasure to see you. Best wishes and good luck in your new role :-)

This trip I have been delighted to catch up with some dear friends. It may have been a shortened trip, but for those that are close to your heart no distance is too far to travel. I was gutted that I was not going to be able to travel upstate to Nisky as it meant that I would not have a chance to see Mike, Jackie since she got married and little baby Sydney since she was born. Just because I could not travel upstate did not mean that kept friends from travelling downstate. After track practice, Mike drove to the city for a mini-visit. After meeting Kadin, we headed to Dock's for a delicious seafood meal of mussels, New England clam chowder and crab legged with melted butter.

Words cannot describe how lovely it was to catch up face-to-face with Mike. We share an interesting 'relationship' and he will always remain a dear friend of mine. They say that you cannot be friends with an Ex, but we have always been an exceptions to conventional rules. Ask how we met and it rather humourous. We met at a high school dance. When I was in grad-school I volunteered as the assistant coach of the girls cross country team. One of my duties was to chaperone the courtyard dance. Scary thing was I first thought Mike was a student and vice versa. Thankfully we cleared the air, he was a teach and I was a coach. The rest as they say is our history. I have always believed that you people come and go from your lives for a reason. I am happy that I met Mike and to have such a dear friend in my life.

Thursday I met up with K&J for lunch at a Spanish tapas restaurant called La Fonda del Sol. We shared a lovely meal of various tapas and conversation. Life is not always about catching up, some times it is about living. That is just what we did. We lived in the moment and discussed cheeses, visits to London, port vs ruby and our holidays. Recently I have noticed the little random facts that I have clue why I know them except that I just do. Around K&J, this character flaw is not pointed out, but blended into the way our conversations go. Between the three of us we know A LOT of random facts. It is rather comical if you try to follow our conversations as the topics range rather dramatically. Living in NYC you rarely have a chance to play tourist. After our meal, Granny joined us and we all decided to play tourist by going to visit the Rockefeller tree. It is a mad house that place regardless of time of day you go there. Honestly where do all the people come from?

Not ready to call it an afternoon we went to Cambell Apartment for some cocktails from another era. Contrary to its name, the bar was once the 3500 sq-ft office space to American financier John Cambell in the mid-1920s. Finding this bar is like discovering the door to a secret society. Dim lighting, leather sofas and a classic cocktail list this bar was right up my alley. There was only one drink that could be order to embody the spirit of the bar; an old fashion. We continued our chats and story-swapping over old fashions, cheese boards and charcuterie platters. It was an afternoon/ evening that I honestly did not want to conclude. If there was ever a time that you wanted to take the pin out of your watch this was certainly one of them.

To celebrate the closing of 2010 and to ring in 2011, the Ahmed-Gupta-Sevak families had a bit of a wedding reunion at the Harrison House (not the Glen Cove Mansion). It was slightly odd being back where the three families united over eight years ago (my brother's wedding for those who could not figure out what I was referring to). We arrived in the early afternoon which allowed us all some downtime. How exactly did I spend the last hours of 2010. Well I learned how to play racket ball, went for a 2,010 second run logging in 3.77 miles, and enjoyed some time with the family. The last time I rang in the new year with my full family it was in India in 2005. We rarely have opportunities to celebrate NYE together so when asked I thought it would be a good way to commence the year.

I am pleased that 2010 has come to a close. It has been a rough and testing year, but one from which I have learned a great deal from. What was the highs of 2010? Not many, but they would have to be the new role that I got at work, my Asia trip, and turning 30 as I believe it is going to be a wicked decade. The highlights of the lows well they occurred in April & July. If you were around you know what I am talking about. Apologies if you do not. I don't like harping on the not-so-good moments. They are not meant to be forgotten. Rather they are to be forgiven, accepted and learnt for. I am looking forward to 2011 and the prime year that it is going to be (see what I did there).

It has been a lovely stay in NYC visiting with family and catching up with dear friends. It is always difficult leaving (especially parting ways with Kadin), but it is good to be back home in London.
We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called "Opportunity" and its first chapter is New Year's Day.
Edith Lovejoy Pierce
I hope you all had a lovely start to the New Year. Best wishes and prosperity for the year ahead.
xx
T