In case anyone was wondering what bounty the December page of the Boris Vallejo & Julie Bell annual Fantasy calendar held, behold:
After work a group of us set off for the ice skating rink at Bryant Park (I’m of the opinion that living in New York requires you to do the touristy things at least once).
But sadly, fit wasn’t meant to be because friggen Jay Z and Beyonce booked the whole rink and bar for the night. So it looked more like this:
The group broke up and I wandered the winter market:
Couldn’t help but look up sometimes…
Eventually I met S and we took a B uptown to Santa Fe, a local hangout for the older UWS crowd that serves good margaritas and satisfactory Southwestern. The grapefruit margarita was damn tasty, the chicken fajitas we shared were fresh, and the tortillas were just how I like ’em.
The meal called for a nightcap of wine drunk out of tumblers and some SATC. Having finished a complete re-watch of the entire series about 5 months prior, S and I decided it was high time to restart. Thus, we got reacquainted with Season 1 Carrie in all her short hair goodness.
Around 11:30 I decided to drag myself back to Brooklyn and was eyeing a cab. But when I stepped outside I thought I’d smoke a cigarette and catch a cab further South. That decision somehow tumbled into resigning myself to walk to the L at Union Square. Google Maps tells me this was 3.5 miles.
It was wonderful and lovely with lots of “Damn New York, you pretty” moments–so much so that I kept the camera away, and just soaked it in.