I admit defeat. Following the summer high off of our trip to Japan, I was committed to post a week, then post a 2 weeks, then… after 2 months of non-stop / non-glamorous travel and a week-long cold, I let my writing commitment slip. Aside from not blogging consistently, I know it’s REALLY bad when the stack of disposable utensils from ordering delivery (that I can’t bear to throw out) starts piling up and jams up our kitchen drawer. NOICE.
Hem… what’s the story this month? Travel, travel, & more travel! Granted, it’s been mostly the good kind of travel that involves family & friends – the kind where you don’t mind cramming yourself for 3 hours in a $150 Spirit Airlines seat that doesn’t recline. I take that back, Spirit Airlines still sucks balls. Good or bad travel aside my body just can’t take abuse like it used to (I believe the scientific term is “gettin’ old”). Here is my current list of travel “must-do’s”: Continue reading
Having now lived in NYC for almost a decade, I don’t know how many times I’ve said to myself something to the effect of “I’m <insert colorful descriptor> done with this place”. The frequency of such complaints is inversely correlated with falling temperature and positively correlated with the rising rent – which happens right about this time of year. After such declaration, the “NYC Triple Threat” invariably happens where we meet some incredible people, walk past some amazing piece of architecture, and / or have our minds blown by some experience. It’s as if New York is telling us: “You don’t know what you’re talking about. Stay just a little while longer”. Rinse and repeat, the love-hate relationship continues.
Fall travel season is upon us! With family spread all along the coast, Preston & I try our best to see everyone as a couple, but time and budget constraints can definitely put an occasional damper on that. Speaking of which, Preston had initially planned on making a solo trip to the Pesek household in Texas 2 weekends ago, but after receiving a few photos of our then 3 month old nephew, severe FOMO set-in and I had no choice but to join him. “Mission: Fat Baby Fingers” works every time.
Having now lived in the States as long as I have lived in Hong Kong, the struggle to define ‘home’, to keep my roots alive with traditions, foods & language is constant – there is just something so soothing about the concept of “going home”. I therefore relish every trip we take to the Pesek household in Texas where the following (non-exhaustive) list of activities is encouraged: Continue reading
What is life without celebrations? Not a very fun one! I’m an advocate of adding bows and kittens to everything and anything whenever possible. While neither bows nor kittens (regrettably) made it to this occasion, a very manly birthday week for Preston finally concluded with #IAmAMan events as follows:
- Bacon breakfast (aka Classic Pesek Family Brunch) + Mom Pesek’s banana bread
- Eat like a boss at Red Hook’s Hometown BBQ. This shiz is for realz, they do not mess around with their meat. Get their brisket sandwich, cry a little because it’s so good, proceed to order everything else on their menu to go. DON’T FORGET YOUR SAUCE. I freaked out so much I didn’t even take photos
- Win IKEA, like a boss. We passed the ultimate couples test and survived our maiden couple voyage to Red Hook IKEA. Our marriage is going to work.
- Haul reclaimed pine joist from Big Reuse NYC (into BBQ scented ZipCar). Currently being worked (hazardously) on our window ledge / stoop. #YOLO
- Have minds blown by Tree of Codes with Jamie xx at the Park Avenue Armory. Just because #IAmAMan doesn’t mean modern dance can’t be in the mix, gender is so passé.
- Eat carrot cake (from Amy’s Bread) & be merry!