Greetings! I gotta be honest, I felt pretty bummed on Saturday, as we were supposed to be in Amsterdam for Bekah and Marc's wedding. Bekah and I have been friends for going on 15 years, and I just always assumed I would be there for her on her wedding day*. Before this whole cancer thing through a wrench in our lives, we were supposed to be in Amsterdam for the wedding and then embark on a belated honeymoon. We were planning on spending this week in Italia before G was going to head home and I was going to spend the rest of the month with family in France until my other friend Kathrine's wedding in Copenhagen at the end of July. Alas, we will just have to travel our booties off next year! Katie and Anna Laura did Facetime me on the day of the wedding, so I got to see how absolutely stunning Bekah looked in her dress, complete with the most vibrant and unique florals. I can't wait to see the newlyweds, but for now, a big mazel tov to Bekah and Marc, may the days pass sweet and easy for you two!
Since we couldn't be in old Amsterdam, we had a fun-packed time here in New Amsterdam this past weekend. My friend Louisa came up from DC on July 4th, where she'll be moving in a few short weeks from New Delhi, India. We started off the day by getting some hummus at our favorite local spot:
We then formally kicked off the long weekend by hosting an impromptu BBQ, complete with dogs, burgers and plenty of La Croix:
It was great to have friends out back and host like we love to do. On Friday, we decided to continue to show Lou true Americana by taking her down to Coney Island. We took a requisite photo in front of Paul's Daughter (aka me!):
After walking on the boardwalk, we took Lou to eat some not-so-American fare in Brighton Beach- Georgian food! Because nothing says fourth of July weekend like some andjaruli chatchapoori and kinkali. On Friday night, before having dinner with my parents, Lou and I took it easy and saw Late Night with Mindy Kaling, which wasn't very good, but oh well!
On Saturday, we had a lovely picnic in Prospect Park and narrowly missed the torrential summer downpour by approximately 3 minutes:
After an afternoon chill and a little evening hang with Greg's parents, we went to go see some of Greg's big band friends perform at the Roxy Hotel, wearing the new (to me) dresses that Marina passed down to me:
All in all, it was a nice weekend. Taken together, I feel like I'm settling in to this new normal, and am deeply cognizant of how the days just sort of keep rolling along as I go through this major, heavy life event. I keep wondering how I'm going to look back on this period when it's all over. I think there will definitely be dark memories– of the headaches, and the nausea, and the fear and uncertainty and the anger over what I'm going through. But I also think there will be memories of all the fun things I did and lovely friends and family I got to spend time with. I wonder if there'll even be a point when I think of a memory and am unclear whether or not it was during cancer or not. At the very least, I'll forever cherish the photos of Greg wearing the many wigs I have acquired**:
Okay, enough ruminating! Before chemo numero 4 next Monday, I'm headed to the beach this coming weekend. We're renting a spot out in the Hamptons, because if we can't be bourgie in Europe, we might as well be bourgie close to home. I'll likely talk to you suckers next week, when I'm halfway (!) through chemo!
*Especially since Bekah has come to NYC for lord knows how many events, birthdays, hangs, etc. We have a running joke that Bekah was visiting from Boston for pretty much every major college memory that I have at NYU.
**Please note that this is not a wig I have chosen for myself. It was a very sweet, not to ever be used gift from our lovely next door neighbor. Maybe Greg can be Amy Winehouse this Halloween.
Since we couldn't be in old Amsterdam, we had a fun-packed time here in New Amsterdam this past weekend. My friend Louisa came up from DC on July 4th, where she'll be moving in a few short weeks from New Delhi, India. We started off the day by getting some hummus at our favorite local spot:
We then formally kicked off the long weekend by hosting an impromptu BBQ, complete with dogs, burgers and plenty of La Croix:
It was great to have friends out back and host like we love to do. On Friday, we decided to continue to show Lou true Americana by taking her down to Coney Island. We took a requisite photo in front of Paul's Daughter (aka me!):
Lou also captured many cute ones of Greg and I, being schmaltzy by the sand:
After walking on the boardwalk, we took Lou to eat some not-so-American fare in Brighton Beach- Georgian food! Because nothing says fourth of July weekend like some andjaruli chatchapoori and kinkali. On Friday night, before having dinner with my parents, Lou and I took it easy and saw Late Night with Mindy Kaling, which wasn't very good, but oh well!
On Saturday, we had a lovely picnic in Prospect Park and narrowly missed the torrential summer downpour by approximately 3 minutes:
All in all, it was a nice weekend. Taken together, I feel like I'm settling in to this new normal, and am deeply cognizant of how the days just sort of keep rolling along as I go through this major, heavy life event. I keep wondering how I'm going to look back on this period when it's all over. I think there will definitely be dark memories– of the headaches, and the nausea, and the fear and uncertainty and the anger over what I'm going through. But I also think there will be memories of all the fun things I did and lovely friends and family I got to spend time with. I wonder if there'll even be a point when I think of a memory and am unclear whether or not it was during cancer or not. At the very least, I'll forever cherish the photos of Greg wearing the many wigs I have acquired**:
Okay, enough ruminating! Before chemo numero 4 next Monday, I'm headed to the beach this coming weekend. We're renting a spot out in the Hamptons, because if we can't be bourgie in Europe, we might as well be bourgie close to home. I'll likely talk to you suckers next week, when I'm halfway (!) through chemo!
**Please note that this is not a wig I have chosen for myself. It was a very sweet, not to ever be used gift from our lovely next door neighbor. Maybe Greg can be Amy Winehouse this Halloween.
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