“I look out the window and I see the lights and the skyline and the people on the street rushing around looking for action, love, and the world’s greatest chocolate chip cookie, and my heart does a little dance.” – Nora Ephron
[Necklace by Speakable, c/o my talented friend Gracie!]
Happy New Year, beautiful people!
To all of my friends in the Tri-State Area, I hope you’re staying warm and safe. I, for one, wiped out four separate times while walking to work this morning. Four! (Relax mom, I’m fine.) When it comes to inclement weather, I feel like Hoboken is the redheaded stepchild of the greater New York area. The streets in the city are always plowed and salted right away and yet, somehow, I’m always climbing over mounds of snow and ice in Hoboken to get from my apartment to the path. What gives?
I digress. If that’s my biggest complaint of 2014, I consider myself to be very lucky.
I’ve definitely been no stranger to snow lately. This was my home for the last four nights of 2013:
Pretty, right? We all joined forces and rented a log cabin in Bridgewater, Vermont in an attempt to ring in the new year as far away from NYC as possible. Mission accomplished. (Cover fees and stilettos in the snow are a few of my LEAST favorite things. I much prefer flannel and fireplaces.)
Funny side-story: On our drive up to Vermont, we stopped for snacks at a gas station. The woman behind the register stopped Megan, Chelsea and I and asked if she could take our picture to send to her husband. She went on to explain that sometimes, when she asks him what he’d like for dinner, he responds: ”A buffet. One blonde, one redhead, and one brunette.” We got out of there real fast.
Bridgewater was absolutely beautiful. Our house was surrounded on all sides by wide open spaces and mountains. Quite the change of scenery for someone who spends her life inside of a concrete jungle.
On our first full day in Vermont, we decided to go skiing in Killington. I’m just going to go ahead and admit that this was probably NOT the smartest decision I’ve ever made. Why? Well, if you know me at all, you probably know that coordination has never been my strong point. I’m sure you know where this is going…
Why, yes. That’s me. In a tree. Nothing to see here.
Here is where I extend a most sincere THANK YOU to my amazing friends who are as patient as saints. They coached me down the slopes, helped me out of several trees/bushes/ditches, pulled me up from my (multiple) wipeouts, and didn’t let me give up — even when I threatened to take off my skis and walk down the rest of the hill.
At the end of the day, when we were all ready to call it quits, we had to take one last ride up the mountain to get to our car. The only way up was via a heavy-duty gondola, as opposed to the standard ski-lifts we’d been taking all day. This should have been Red Flag #1.
After TWENTY FREAKIN’ ANXIETY-RIDDEN MINUTES on the gondola, I started to realize that we weren’t stopping. Nope, we were headed straight for the top of the damn mountain. Red Flag #2.
“Um, Delvec, will there be a green slope up there for me?”
Red Flag #3.
We finally made it to the top and, as I feared, there were only two ways down: an intermediate slope and a black diamond slope. I took this picture to capture what I assumed to be the final moments of my life.
And, off we went.
I had made it halfway down the mountain without falling — a miracle! — when I was suddenly struck with fear; staring down at the steepest and bumpiest slope I’d yet to see. Normally, I would have just closed my eyes and flung my body downhill (a real professional, I tell you) but I couldn’t run the risk of barreling full force onto the black diamond slope, inconveniently located straight ahead of me.
After a pep talk from Matt, I knew I had to go for it
unless I wanted to die of hypothermia alone on a mountain in Vermont. Tom had also promised to buy me a beer if I made it down the entire slope without falling, and I was determined. I took a deep breath and slowly started my descent. Welp, “slow” turned quickly into “wayyy too fast” and, before I knew it, I was going 110 MPH (I think) and headed straight for the black diamond.
I had only one choice: WIPE OUT. And you better believe I did. Hard. So hard, in fact, that I landed on my stomach with my face buried in the snow; one ski flying completely off and the other ski smacking me in the back of the head. Delvec rushed to my side.
“Are you okay?!”
“Don’t tell Tom I wiped out. I want my beer.”*
The rest of the trip, while not nearly as eventful, was a total blast. We made a solid effort to get out and explore; eating good food, drinking good beer, and shopping for the essentials.
The house we stayed in was also great. We had an outdoor hot tub, a fireplace, a griddle (that was somehow always full of sizzling bacon), and multiple kegs.
And did I mention the Beer Olympics? I don’t want to brag, but Team Germany was in first place the last time I checked.
As Dave Matthews once said, it’s “not where but who you’re with that really matters” and I couldn’t have asked for a greater group of friends to celebrate the beginning of 2014 with. I know I’m lucky, and I remind myself of that often.
I love my people.
*It should be noted that Tom never did buy me that beer.
Spend less time behind a screen.
Spend more time out exploring the world.
Ask more questions.
Always give 110%; whether it be to friendships, to family, to work, or to taking care of myself.
Be present in every moment.
Make an honest effort to be less anal.
2013. Holy cow. What a year it has been.
This year has had it’s trials and tribulations, as all years do. But I must say, I feel like 2013 was a defining year in my life. I learned a lot about myself. I learned a lot about the world. I feel like I’m beginning 2014 as a smarter and wiser individual — one who is more compassionate, more determined, and more patient. (Patient? I never thought I’d see the day!)
I know this recap is a few days premature, but I’m heading to Vermont for New Year’s Eve and am most CERTAINLY not bringing my computer with me. (35 friends in one house for five nights. I know. Pray for us.)
Without further adieu, here’s a look back on the last 365 days of my wonderful life:
We went ice skating in beautiful Bryant Park. Chelsea and I got a personal trainer. (That didn’t last long.) HOCKEY MADE A TRIUMPHANT RETURN. We threw a “hands on” dinner party for our best friends. I cooked for
pretty much the first time ever. I also threw a carton of Almond Milk out of our window and it hit our neighbor in the face. I will never forget that.
We went to our first hockey game of the season. I won another contest and flew to St. Louis for 24 hours to see Lady Gaga, up close and personal. (I may or may not have made a fool of myself on camera.) I escaped a blizzard by jet-setting to Miami, and then London. We got bored and rented a car for no reason at all. Tom had us over for one of the most epic brunches ever. My friends Jesse and Justin launched TIE THE KNOT! And then, Frank and I gave up social media. Oh, the horror.
We all participated in Cycle for Survival in honor of our beautiful friend Kristen. (Disclaimer: Four hours of spinning while hungover is one of the LEAST pleasant experiences one can ever have in life.) I shot engagement photos for my friends in Central Park. We saw SHM at MSG. (We also saw Patrik Elias at the Short Hills Mall. I’m not sure which was more exciting.) WE POSTED VOLUME 1 OF FRIDAYS WITH FRANKIE D. My eyes just welled up with tears. I turned 25, and paid my very first visit to Drybar with all my gal pals. I also think I went to Canada for a day? Yes, I definitely went to Canada for a day.
April was a crazy month. I flew to Los Angeles. Then to Beijing. Then back to Los Angeles. Then to Portland. Then? ITALY – where we ended up spending more time in a car (driving from coast to coast) than we did at our actual hotel. Frank continued to cook in my absence. Later in the month, he launched his website! Our best friends from high school came to visit us in the big city. We paid Yankee Stadium a much overdue visit.
The madness continued. I went to São Paulo, Brazil and never wanted to come home. Shortly after, I went to Manila! It was one of the most incredible cities I’ve ever been to. My friends got engaged, and I was in on the surprise! Frank started his roof garden, and we made a few enemies. I went to the Hamptons for the first time and had a wonderful (and chilly) Memorial Day Weekend with KP.
My little brother graduated college! I celebrated my three year anniversary of living in Hoboken… with boys. We played on our roof. A lot. The summer started on a good night with a visit from K-Smooth and a trip to the theater.
I fulfilled my lifelong dream of singing at an Open Mic Night. We made our first trip down to Ocean Grove, where we drank way too much beer at The Parker House and invented blanking. Frank started doing crazy things, like waking up at 5:00am to make pizza dough. I got slapped in the face. I shot engagement photos for two of the most wonderful people I know. I went to Cincinnati, Ohio and ate WAY too much Skyline Chili (above). We headed back to Ocean Grove for one of the most fun weekends of my entire life.
I went to Newport and had an absolute blast celebrating Lindsey and Charlie’s wedding with all of my old co-workers. I went to my first country concert, and explored Brooklyn with my mom and dad. The girls invited me to see Donovan Frankenreiter at the Brooklyn Bowl. Holly and I saw “Wicked” in Boston. Oh, and FRANK AND I WENT TO THE VMA’S.
We ate at Toro and it exceeded our expectations. I carved pumpkins, more than once. We went through the TOUCH TUNNEL at the Liberty Science Center. I saw an original Banksy on the streets of NYC. MY BIG BROTHER GOT ENGAGED TO THE MOST WONDERFUL GIRL ON THE PLANET!!! And, once again, Halloween ended up being the perfect opportunity for me to show the world that I AM MY HAIR.
Alex and I went to the first annual YouTube Music Awards, and they were bizarre. I finally got to try a CRONUT. My cute roommate turned 26, and we celebrated with karaoke and a mimosa bar. I had the great honor of shooting Nick and Anna’s engagement photos, and I got asked to be a bridesmaid! We went to see Macklemore at MSG. My mom and I spent a lovely day together in the Big Apple. I spent Thanksgiving at home with the people I love most.
We donned our ugly sweaters. More than once. I got to go home for my momma’s annual Christmas Cookie Baking Day. (And then I gained 5 pounds.) Kelsey threw a Ramen Noodle party, and it was a hit. Hayley and I went to see The Nutcracker at Lincoln Center! My dearest friend Catherine came to town for a long overdue reunion. Christmas Day was magical, as always.
Though there have been times I’ve been tempted to stop blogging for good, I’m glad I haven’t given up on this little space. It’s so wonderful to reflect upon all that’s happened in the past year, and how much I’ve grown.
Here’s to the next 365 days. Let’s make them our best yet, okay?
Thank you for reading!
Every time I come here to write, my mind immediately goes blank. I have so much I want to share, but I can’t seem to form coherent sentences or meaningful thoughts. Does that ever happen to you?
Nonetheless, I apologize for my absence. I don’t like half-assing anything in life, and this blog is no exception.
So, where have I been? Grab a cup of coffee and let’s catch up.
I got to go home and spend time with my family for Thanksgiving, which was wonderful and refreshing. I spent 90% of the long weekend on my parents’ couch watching Christmas movies and eating pie; as every 25 year old with a few days off of work should.
The other 10% of my weekend was spent waiting in line with my little brother to get our picture taken with Santa at the mall. I’m not kidding.
The following week, Frankie D turned 26! We celebrated with some beers and a shotski of Fireball, followed by a most classy dinner out in the Village at L’Artusi
where I ate enough pasta and brussel sprouts to last me until 2014.
Sidenote: Movember is officially over, therefore Frank and I are hanging out again. (I don’t do beards.)
I went to my first (and thankfully not last) Ugly Christmas Sweater Party of the season. Deck the halls with… bows of grosgrain? Don’t mind if I do.
I even got a kiss under the mistletoe! Great success, indeed.
On Monday night, Kelsey had the girls over for what she dubbed an “Elevated Ramen” night… better known as a “We Are Poor and Can’t Afford Much Else” night. For a measly $7.34, this meal fed 8 people. And it was freaking delicious. And I made new friends. You can’t ask for much more than that!
We may be poor, but we are fabulous.
Besides all of that, I’ve been BUSY both personally and professionally; trying to wrap up 2013 and lay down a solid foundation for 2014. That sounds lame as Hell, but I mean it. Bring on the New Year! I’m ready for a new adventure.
(But first… Christmas.)
What’s new with you? XOXO