Sunday night dinner.
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Happy 2012!
Peter and I rung in the New Year watching Phish’s NYE show at Madison Square Garden. One of the most epic last minute decisions I’ve ever made. :) I hope everyone had as much fun as we did.
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My uncle called me about a week ago to infom me that I will be spending Christmas with family and not “strange New Yorkers”.
He shows up at my Harlem apartment with my aunt and my two cousins with plans and events and a car to drive me to Massachusetts to spend quality family time.
Growing up, my Uncle Kiem was the closest thing I had to a big brother and spending time with his family and our other extended family is more that I could have asked for this Christmas.
We have one of the most multicultural families every with English, Indian, Lebonese, French, Japanese, and Vietnamese members populating the whole of us. We spent some time in the city, but have been in Lexington for the last few days.
This video is from Walden Pond of Yuki (13, half English, half Japanese), Ken (12, half Vietnamese, half Japanese), and Erica (9, half Vietnamese, half Japanese) playing. I’m the embarrassing cousin (practically elderly) that documents their every move.
Little Eskimo on the 6 train.
The kids at the Canal Station.
Erica on Walden Pond.
“Half Jewish Hanukkah”
Danielle suggested that she and her boyfriend Nick and Peter and I celebrate half Hanukkah. Neither Nick or I are Jewish, but Judaism is important to both Danielle’s family and Peter’s.
Dani made latkas, Peter stopped by the 2nd Ave Deli for cookies and I made the cheese plate. We were joined by our other half Jewish couple friends - Laura (Jew) and Andy (gentile).
Peter told a terribly inaccurate version of the Hanukkah story - “Wait, were the Maccabees fighting the Jews?” and we drank a lot of wine and Nick game me my first Hanukkah gift ever - a can opener.
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On Saturday Peter and I woke up, dragged his roommates, Charlie and Alex out of bed at 930 (we’d been awake since 6, the Lebonese church next door had rented out their space to some Rastafarians, who used it to put on a laser light rave at dawn), and dragged them to brunch at the Breslin.
Rounds of screwdrivers and bloody Mary’s later, and every dish on the brunch menu, we headed to Madison Square Garden to watch some basketball.
Went home. Took naps. Woke up and sat around the tree that the boys had picked up the day before and decorated. Everyone ended up going out and Peter and I stayed in to watch SNL.
I’m not sure why I’m doing a recap of that day except to say that this whole year has been so long. Exactly one year ago: my plans, friends, job, apartment, and even my expectations for life here were all at different points.
I’m pretty thankful for all the changes.
