This past Thursday, I went to nature photographer Daragh Muldowney’s Jewellery Box—Ireland's Hidden Gems exhibition and book launch at the Consulate General of Ireland New York.
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).
Celebrations in New York City are always larger-than-life, and Oktoberfest is no exception. Several bars and restaurants in the city are celebrating this German-born festival. This weekend, I might head to Lederhosen—a German restaurant in Greenwich Village and one of my favorite eateries in NYC.
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.
I love that episode of The Office where the entire staff is psyched for Pretzel Day. Basically, one day a year a local restaurant visits the Dunder Mifflin office and gives out free soft pretzels—complete with a ton of toppings options. My coworkers and I have our own version of Pretzel Day in the form of Mad. Sq. Eats, which takes place in the spring and fall.
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.
Last night, I saw a preview of Motown the Musical at the Nederlander Theatre (Its permanent home, when it opens in March, will be the Lunt-Fontanne Theatre). When I was a little kid, my mom would play Diana Ross and The Supremes practically on a loop, so Motown’s greatest hits was basically the soundtrack of my youth.
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.