Thursday, December 10, 2009

Yes, Virginia, You Will Go to Fancy Christmas Parties and Then Out on a Date with a Nice Jewish Man Someday

If I had to enter New York in a beauty pageant I am not sure what season I would dress her in, but Winter would be on the short list for sure. New York at Christmastime cannot be beaten and must be experienced. The trees, the lights, watching all the myriad of folk dressed to the nines and going to parties. Walking by the decked out Pierre Hotel. All while bundled beyond imagination like a chastity belt from the cold. It is exhilarating.

It is even better when you are going to the British Consul General's house for a Holiday Party to have drinks and air kiss on both cheeks. The party is even better because you know you are going to cut out earlier than you did the last two years because you are going to meet a man for a third date at the tree at Rockefeller Center. It is not "An Affair to Remember" but just a brief memory box moment not yet executed that makes you feel alive no matter what comes of it.

I met him by the tree and we watched the dancing Saks 5th Avenue building light up and sway to music. I applauded. I rarely applaud buildings, but I love this one every year. And here we were.

It is wonderful for one moment to feel alive like that and have New York City dress for you in such a splendorous way that can heighten eating even a cheese sandwich to an experience to never forget.