It’s been quite an eventful weekend. There was a whole lot of walking around New York City. Everything kicked off with a holiday brunch with my closest friends on Saturday. Then I went off to run errands with my friend Kat who was in town from London. We started off in the Lower East Side and then to Rockefeller Center. I will never go down to midtown during the holidays ever again. It was a complete tourist pedestrian traffic. The worse part was they don’t move, and just stand there gawking at the windows and the tree. Luckily, the stop was short. And we quickly made our way to Williamsburg to drop off her stuff with her friend Georgie. He gave us the loopiest directions. We made at least 4 or 5 turns before, we reached his flat which was only located about less than 10 blocks from the subway stations. The festivities ended up in East Village, where I sadly departed.

So for New Year’s Eve, I mosey on over to the dinner held by Federico and friends. There was a whole lot of food, company, and generally good cheer. But I made it back to Brooklyn fairly unscathed.

It was off to Coney Island on New Year’s Day. A cup of coffee and Nathan’s hot dog in hand, I headed over to the beach to watch the Coney Island Polar Bear Club take their first swim in the Atlantic Ocean. Most people just ran in and then back to the beach. Everything was over in a matter of 30 minutes.