Yesterday afternoon, I took a tour of Holiday House—an Upper East Side mansion that transforms into a holiday-themed designer showhouse every fall. This year, 27 designers were given the task to thoughtfully design each of the many rooms—picking a theme for each space.
In all the time I’ve lived in Upper Manhattan, I’ve wanted to go to a Columbia Lions football game at their 218th Street stadium, but never remembered when football season came around. This year, I made it a point to go and was glad I did. The game I attended, against the Fordham Rams, started at noon, but most fans got to the area over an hour earlier to start tailgating.
This weekend, I might check out the Food Network New York City Wine & Food Festival, which starts today and runs through Oct. 14th. Presented by Food & Wine magazine, the event celebrates one of the greatest dining capitals of the world and some of the world’s greatest chefs, winemakers and spirit producers.
Most people are surprised to find out that I was a Girl Scout. Well, not only was I a Girl Scout, my mom was the troop leader. Every year, our formal living room would turn into a warehouse for boxes upon boxes of Girl Scout cookies. Yes, the cookies are a big draw to this organization, but what I really liked were the crafts (it didn’t hurt to receive a merit badge for each project).
Tonight Jay-Z performs the fifth of eight sold-out shows to celebrate the opening of the Barclays Center, home to the NBA’s Brooklyn Nets. The Brooklyn-born rapper, who is a partial owner of the Nets, also opened a third location of his bar The 40/40 Club inside the venue.
This past Friday, I went on a walking tour of Times Square. I have to admit, as a local, this is an area I don’t find myself in too often; however, there’s a lot to be said for “The Crossroads of the World,” including incredible shopping, dining and entertainment around every corner. On Friday, I got to step into the past with The Times Square History Tour, presented by Manhattan Walking Tour.
Yesterday afternoon, I went to the Museum of Sex. Ok, I will briefly pause so you can get your giggling out of the way…ready? The entrance to the museum looks like a hip novelty store, and En Vogue’s “Don’t Let Go” was blasting from the sound system. The only difference? Instead of comic books, PEZ dispensers and other novelty items on display, tables and shelves are filled with almost any and every erotic pleasure you can think of: whips, feathers, vibrators, literotica (for those Fifty Shades of Grey fans out there), the list goes on and on.
A few months ago, I went to a bar in Williamsburg, Brooklyn with a few friends. I wasn’t familiar with the establishment, so when I was told the name a few days prior to going—it’s Barcade® by the way—I didn’t really think anything of it.
A few years ago I went on a chartered cruise with the company I worked for at the time. The affair was essentially our summer office party. Since it ended in the early afternoon, and we weren’t required to go back to work, several of us decided we should continue the party at a restaurant or bar. The problem? None of us were too familiar with this part of Manhattan (Midtown West in the Eighth to 11th Ave. area).
Last night, I went to a taping of The Maury Show in Stamford, Connecticut. I always wanted to go, so I finally decided to go online and apply for tickets. The tickets are free, but you have to just wait and see when a date becomes available for a taping—usually you find out a few months after you apply.