Ah, destination weddings. What used to be a coveted booze-filled weekend away with friends in your twenties, soon turns into something less glam when you’re 33, secretly nine weeks pregnant and suffering from the most horrific morning (read: all-day) sickness ever. However, I am pleased to report my nausea temporarily subsided as soon as I stepped foot on the rocky shores of Monhegan Island, Maine. Monhegan is a car-free, forested, artist haven located about 10 miles off the coast. The bride’s family has owned property on the island for decades and it was the perfect backdrop to a chic, relaxed, Northeastern summer wedding.
Bye Bye Wedding Season!
I am thrilled to say that this weekend was our last wedding of 2015. As much as I love any cocktail hour, the commitment of attending weddings this season was a bit much. Jordan and I were happy to say goodbye to black tie at Cipriani on Saturday night. Sunday was spent roaming around Brooklyn, drinking beers at The Diamond in Greenpoint for The Brooklyn Mutt Show. After the winner was crowned, J and I took down two wood oven pizzas at Paulie Gee’s. A perfect end to wedding season.
Week In Review
As an emergency and critical care veterinarian, my hours are less than desirable. Currently I’m working a 7 on/7 off overnight schedule, so I’ve been sleeping a lot during the day. On my off week, it takes me a while to get back to the land of the living (think many naps and an 8pm bedtime). I try to offset my chronic fatigue with trying to maintain a routine on my off days (and buying myself presents). Here are some highlights from my week to keep me feeling semi-normal.
Hank drags us across the street every morning so that he can be doted upon by New York’s Finest. They always have a treat handy to add to his ever expanding waistline.
Up North, Eh?
We’ve been on a wedding circuit as of late, which has been both fun and exhausting. I have not had a chill NYC weekend in over two months and it’s starting to feel like I’m just visiting my city in between events (dramatic).
This past weekend, we flew up to Toronto for my friend’s wedding at The Art Gallery of Ontario. I love parties in atypical spaces, and they really nailed it–the wedding was modern and elegant but not stuffy. Drinking cocktails in a museum feels a little illicit. There’s a small part of me that’s like well, what would happen if I just ‘tripped’ and this martini went all over this priceless painting? I almost have to hold myself together in a weird fantastical way.
Last weekend, Jordan and I flew down to South Carolina for a friend’s wedding. We’ve always wanted to eat at Husk and may have made a reservation four months ago (worth it). We spent one night in Charleston and then drove down to Seabrook Island. There was a major rental car shortage due to the recent flooding, so we ended up procuring a last minute Zipcar for the weekend after a minor airport panic attack (sorry J).
Last weekend my husband and I traveled upstate for a wedding. We love getting out of the city, especially when driving is involved. The whole feeling of the two of us on the open road, shuffling through a 90’s playlist, snacking and having the freedom to pull over at random estate sales is just the best. This trip was especially fun because it brought me back to the Finger Lakes Region in Western New York, where I went to college and graduate school. We hiked, drank an A&W root beer float, and ate the best local donuts ever (no, really). The wedding was under a tent at a local winery and was beautiful. I even managed to convince Jordan to stop at Woodbury Commons on the way home for a quick shop before meeting my parents for dinner to celebrate their 35th wedding anniversary.