I never bloggered about what M and I did for Valentine's, which is probably extremely uninteresting to almost all of you. We actually wound up having two Valentine's dinners. We had decided that we were going to be trick the restaurants, and instead of going to a fancy place on Saturday, when they have their special, easy-to-prepare, feed-a-lot-of-people fast, Valentine's menus, we made a reservation for Aureole, one of our "we have to try this on a special day" places. The obvious plus side was that it was under-crowded, which I'm attributing to the economy and the over-crowdedness of Saturday. The downside was that we couldn't go all out on the alcohol side without regretting it at work the next day.
The meal itself was amazing - we tried the 5 course tasting menu, and it wound up being more like 8 with the amuse bouche, the sorbet, and the fun truffles we got after dessert (and all ladies received a white chocolate pumpkin-coffee cake for breakfast). The amuse bouche was a take on sushi (I feel horrible that I waited to blog, for I do not remember the deliciousness of all the courses).
Now for a description (all caps means I pulled it straight from the Aureole website).
First Course:
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Nurse Newlywed
This weekend is going to be somewhat of a long one. In preparation for Mark's recovery from having his wisdom teeth taken out and a weekend of soft foods, we bought groceries to make some soups we'd been wanting to make for ourselves (nothing fancy - potato & leek and split pea). Then, last night he decides that we need to make a soup, because otherwise, what is he going to have for lunch. I started to explain that he might not want to eat after surgery, but gave up after deciding that it would be easier if I didn't have to make dinner while taking care of him.
Nurse duty today started when I left work at lunch to pick him up at the doctor's office. When I got there he was still coming out from under sedation, so the nurse (or technician, or whatever) brought me back to sit with him while he came to. She handed me an ice pack to hold against his face to help with the swelling.
Aww, he looked so cute and helpless. For about ten minutes, then he started coming back to full consciousness, which meant that he noticed that someone was holding ice against his neck and pushed it down. As he drifted in and out for a few minutes, I kept putting it on and he would wake up and push it off. Well, whatever. Next thing you know, he's telling me (more garbling) that he's ready to go, but of course the nurse is nowhere to be found. A couple of minutes later, she comes by, checks to see if he can stand, and then sends us on our merry way.
We hail a cab and sit in midtown traffic until we get to the apartment, where it becomes urgent that I stop at the desk and get whatever package came that morning before we go upstairs. Once upstairs, M tells me hi is hungry, so I ask if he wants me to make him a smoothie. Luckily, all he wants is a pudding cup, so I give him his painkiller and antibiotic, then realize his mouth is still numb, so he's dribbling orange juice on his shirt, the sofa, and the floor. I grab a towel and set it near him, next to the comforter, and his pillow. Then I gather all the electronic accoutrement of a good recovery (xbox remote, tv remote, and plugged-in laptop) and arrange them strategically near him, along with dog treats in case he needed to bribe Sasha. I feel guilty, but rush to get back to work, just a little more than two hours after I left, which really isn't that bad.
I commiserated to one of my co-workers, whose husband must be like M, because she knew exactly what I was talking about. Taking care of M is great, until he's decided you've stopped taking care of him and are now nagging him, which is when he gets cranky. The crankiness will usually go away, but then the cranky line moves, I cross it, he gets cranky, and then I get annoyed and stop being helpful, which is seen as uncaring and witchy.
We usually close up shop early (between 4 and 5) on Fridays, so I got to come home after not being away for too long. He seems good so far, not in too much pain, though the xbox controller may have to have the battery pack switched out before too long. We've only crossed the cranky line once, but I was being a little to naggy, and he apologized, so we're off to a good start.
Nurse duty today started when I left work at lunch to pick him up at the doctor's office. When I got there he was still coming out from under sedation, so the nurse (or technician, or whatever) brought me back to sit with him while he came to. She handed me an ice pack to hold against his face to help with the swelling.
Aww, he looked so cute and helpless. For about ten minutes, then he started coming back to full consciousness, which meant that he noticed that someone was holding ice against his neck and pushed it down. As he drifted in and out for a few minutes, I kept putting it on and he would wake up and push it off. Well, whatever. Next thing you know, he's telling me (more garbling) that he's ready to go, but of course the nurse is nowhere to be found. A couple of minutes later, she comes by, checks to see if he can stand, and then sends us on our merry way.
We hail a cab and sit in midtown traffic until we get to the apartment, where it becomes urgent that I stop at the desk and get whatever package came that morning before we go upstairs. Once upstairs, M tells me hi is hungry, so I ask if he wants me to make him a smoothie. Luckily, all he wants is a pudding cup, so I give him his painkiller and antibiotic, then realize his mouth is still numb, so he's dribbling orange juice on his shirt, the sofa, and the floor. I grab a towel and set it near him, next to the comforter, and his pillow. Then I gather all the electronic accoutrement of a good recovery (xbox remote, tv remote, and plugged-in laptop) and arrange them strategically near him, along with dog treats in case he needed to bribe Sasha. I feel guilty, but rush to get back to work, just a little more than two hours after I left, which really isn't that bad.
I commiserated to one of my co-workers, whose husband must be like M, because she knew exactly what I was talking about. Taking care of M is great, until he's decided you've stopped taking care of him and are now nagging him, which is when he gets cranky. The crankiness will usually go away, but then the cranky line moves, I cross it, he gets cranky, and then I get annoyed and stop being helpful, which is seen as uncaring and witchy.
We usually close up shop early (between 4 and 5) on Fridays, so I got to come home after not being away for too long. He seems good so far, not in too much pain, though the xbox controller may have to have the battery pack switched out before too long. We've only crossed the cranky line once, but I was being a little to naggy, and he apologized, so we're off to a good start.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Visiting the In-Laws
How long has it been since I've blogged? Too long, but really not much new to report. Not a whole lot going on here in NYC except snow, cold, and snow and cold mixed together.
Last weekend, we headed back to M's hometown for the wedding of one of his friends from high school. The wedding was lovely, very nice. We were a bit surprised to see the bridesmaids walk down the aisle in ivory dresses, but it really worked with the bride's pale blue and ivory dress. "H" looked absolutely gorgeous. I wore an absolutely adorable dress that was a clearance find at the boutique below our old apartment. Very cute black Vera Wang for $70 (90% off), light fabric, with a plunging "v" neckline. I was a bit wary of such a dress, but it was a 6:00 ceremony, so I thought it was safe. Safe I was, as two girls upstaged me with their cleav-osity.
Before we went into town for the wedding, we spent the day and night before with my in-laws. Luckily, the weather did not disappoint them, and we were able to go snowmobiling. M's dad set up a whole trip, which involved all of us going out for an hour and a half to a nice restaurant, then dinner, then the trip back to the house. The trip was a lovely end to a day of gambling at the casino, where M and I lost, but his best friend won several hundred dollars.
Last weekend, we headed back to M's hometown for the wedding of one of his friends from high school. The wedding was lovely, very nice. We were a bit surprised to see the bridesmaids walk down the aisle in ivory dresses, but it really worked with the bride's pale blue and ivory dress. "H" looked absolutely gorgeous. I wore an absolutely adorable dress that was a clearance find at the boutique below our old apartment. Very cute black Vera Wang for $70 (90% off), light fabric, with a plunging "v" neckline. I was a bit wary of such a dress, but it was a 6:00 ceremony, so I thought it was safe. Safe I was, as two girls upstaged me with their cleav-osity.
Before we went into town for the wedding, we spent the day and night before with my in-laws. Luckily, the weather did not disappoint them, and we were able to go snowmobiling. M's dad set up a whole trip, which involved all of us going out for an hour and a half to a nice restaurant, then dinner, then the trip back to the house. The trip was a lovely end to a day of gambling at the casino, where M and I lost, but his best friend won several hundred dollars.
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