I hope you ladies had a *wonderful* Thanksgiving, jam-packed with food, family, and fun. I’m looking very forward to snuggling up on the couch with a warm cup of peppermint tea and reading through your holiday escapades on Google Reader.
I wish I could say I had a mind-blowing Thanksgiving, but that would be a huge lie. I spent Monday through Wednesday scrubbing our little shoebox apartment from top to bottom (don’t EVEN get me started on how icky that was)… only to wake up Wednesday morning with a huge cold. Ladies, I kid you not- this little Lulu was out of commission! I was probably the most terrible hostess one could imagine-I was in bed almost the whole time! Tragic.
Luckily, our company was completely understanding, and basically forced me to stay in bed all day long, in true father-figure fashion. I’m so thankful that Mr. Wonderful had Thursday through today off to pull all the weight around the house, and show our guest such a wonderful time.
Barring the illness issue, Thanksgiving was quiet and stress-free. We had reservations for Thanksgiving Dinner out at the historic Algonquin Hotel. We were seated at the most delightful little table in the back of the dining room. I *swear* people kept looking back at us and wondering if we were someone “of note”, as we had such a fabulous table during such a busy and important meal. Definitely made up for feeling under the weather. It was nice to spend quality time with Fr. D, since he’s such a big part of Mr. W’s life and will be the one to marry us both. We spent a good deal of time talking about the wedding ceremony, which was such fun.
I must say, maybe the most amazing part about having our first Thanksgiving dinner out? NO DISHES! Not a single dirty dish to clean. I cannot even begin to tell you how much your dear Lulu abhors doing dishes, so this was like an early Christmas and birthday present all in one.
We spent the rest of the afternoon strolling along the holiday windows on Fifth Avenue (swoon), before retiring for the evening due to my health. Our house guest, Fr. D., promptly banished me to our room to go to bed for the evening. At 7 pm. On Thanksgiving. Goodness knows I didn’t want to go to bed at 7 pm, but how on earth do you argue with a priest?! Off to my room I went… until he went to bed. And then I may or may not have snuck into the kitchen for a bottle of wine and potato chips and stayed up until 2 am watching movies with Mr. W under the covers.
We did also manage a relatively short trip to Ellis Island, which was just fascinating! We definitely plan on going back there when the weather warms up a bit more (the ferry ride out to the island was FRIGID!), 2 hours still wasn’t enough to cover all there was to see.
We also had a fantastic dinner at The Park, which is my new *favorite* spot in Manhattan. Check out how cool the inside garden is! It’s completely covered in glass during the winter, a full tree-lined garden indoors?!? Seriously. So cool. We’ll be back again for the food, and to check it on the weekend as it turns into a club! So chic.
Time for me to kick back with my nightly shot of NyQuil (when will this sickness END!?), have a good evening chickies!