Rockefeller tree. I had about a ten minute time limit for being in Rockefeller center before having a nervous breakdown. It is a beautiful sight to behold, however, so it was worth braving the holiday tourist madness.

Afterwards G and I met our friend Andy for pizza and wine at Arturo's. We sat near a table of 12 year olds sans parents. One girl's cell phone rang. "We're having dinner in a fancy restaurant for God's sake!" she hissed and flipped the phone shut.

Giant Christmas tree ornaments, W. 49th St. and 6th Ave.








After a glass of champagne at French Roast, we headed homeward. We watched in stifled hysterics on the subway as some sleazy man tried hitting on this poor hipster boy in skinny jeans, hoodie, and floppy winter hat. The kid saw us watching the whole thing and supressed a laugh, and as soon as the sleazmo got off the train the three of us burst out laughing and rehashed the whole thing. A truly awesome subway moment between strangers.

Now it's time to wrap the last few presents, pack up for NH and listen to the rain fall outside. I also have to cobble together some "formal or festive attire" for a New Years party G has been invited to in Providence. I always seem to have some nice shoes, or a nice skirt, or a nice top, but nothing that makes one complete nice outfit, so I'm kind of dreading this task.