My Christmas Wish List 2013

Once upon a time I made a gift registry for my birthday. It didn’t go over well. That was long before I had a website, in my younger, more delusional years. Most of the items were beyond ridiculous (a trend that I’ve carried through to this day, because if you ask for the Louis Vuitton train case for $4500 it lessens the sting of a bottle of Tom Ford for $210). The reason for this list is for those family members who always ask me what I want, and to give them an idea of what’s appealing to my fancy these days – a tricky bit of boxed-in business at best. My whims are fickle as the wind, but everything listed here is something I truly adore.

 

First up is a big-ticket item – that may, by the time you read this, have gone on sale at Macy’s (though it wasn’t as of Saturday in the Downtown Boston store) – it’s this Blackwatch Peacoat by Tommy Hilfiger. While I’ve made no secret that Mr. Hilfiger has never impressed me much, this coat, as well as last year’s line of coats, caught my eye. As long as that red, white and navy flag isn’t emblazoned over it, I’m more open to what he has to offer.

Second is a Frederic Malle fragrance, Dans Tes Bras, as depicted in the feature photo. It’s a fragrance I’ve flirted with for the past three years at Barneys New York and I’m finally ready to commit. In fact, this is the one I’ve long wanted, but could never quite narrow down. It’s by no means cheap, but here’s a little secret that the bitchy folks at Barneys would rather I not tell you: you can order travel size versions that are substantially cheaper – three bottles of 30 mL each comes to about half what  the starting bottle costs. And since I only use expensive fragrances for special occasions, I know how to make it last.

Since we’re speaking of fragrances, it would be an egregious error on my part not to at least mention the two new Tom Ford Private Blends that were just released, just in time for the holiday season. However, I’m not officially asking for either of them, though they are both decent. The truth is, both of the new Oud scents – Oud Fleur and Tobacco Oud – are wonderful, but not such distinct entities that it justifies their price points. (Yes, I said it: I’m foregoing a Tom Ford Private Blend or two when they’re redundant. In the case of Oud Fleur – my favorite of the two – I felt it was initially a charmed work, until it dried down to an eerily-similar version of Santal Blush (which I already have) tinged with Oud Wood (which I also already have). It did, however, give me the grand idea of combining the two. When it comes to fragrance, I always strongly advise against any sort of mixing and matching. For the Tom Ford Private Blends, combining similar scents usually results in something spectacular, so I’ll be giving the Santal Blush – my favored holiday scent – a supplemental boost of Oud Wood and seeing how they play out, without the hefty investment of having it done for me.

 

Finally, the real gift that I’d like more than any of the others (well, in addition to, let’s be honest) is a rather practical one: these wine glasses (8 each of the red and white sizes) from Crate & Barrel. I hesitate to say that they are the sole reason we are renovating the kitchen (the ability to fry chicken also contributes to that purpose), but they were definitely a consideration. Now that the work is about to commence, it’s the perfect time to update our selection. 

As for the stocking stuffers (and those casual acquaintances who have been reaping the myriad benefits of this website without contributing so much as a hello) there’s also my  Amazon Wish List – to which I’ll add some new wishes. Remember the reason for the season: give ’til it hurts. Jesus would want it that way.

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In Between Travel Status

Another weekend in Boston comes to a close, with the promise of a few holiday-themed weekends coming up – actually, probably quite a bit more, as once the kitchen renovation kicks into gear, I’ll be hightailing it out of Albany at every opportunity possible. This one, though, is done, and I’m already gearing up for more travel in the week ahead – a journey to New Jersey to select the granite for the counter-top – and a quick trip to Washington, DC to attend a baby shower. My fifth baby shower. Something is very wrong with those numbers… More on that later. For now, a parting glance at my favorite city.

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A Double Sweet Treat

Andy’s birthday cakes from last month – one in tiramisu, and one in carrot cake.

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Shirtless & Gratuitous Chris Hemsworth Post

Having just seen the new ‘Thor: The Dark World’ movie, I’m decidedly less-than-impressed with Chris Hemsworth (the movie lacked a suitable climax, or any emotional guts). However, these shirtless shots restored my faith in the power of Mr. Hemsworth, even if his naked post was far more interesting.

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Cold November Day

A couple of years ago, I did a live-post day of entries for Veteran’s Day. I’d had the day off from work, and hadn’t made any other plans, so I spent the day doing not much of anything, but documenting it in photos. There were the obligatory naked shower shots, a series of breakfast prep shots, and a few late season rose shots. This year I don’t have the time nor the inclination to bore you with the mundane particulars of the day. (I’m actually driving to New Jersey to select granite for the kitchen.) In my absence, peruse the following links, brought to you by Novembers past.

We begin in appropriately timely fashion, with a treatise on time.

A rural throwback to last year, and a lifetime ago, in the sleepy expanse of upstate New York – Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3.

It’s almost holiday shopping season, and I’m not ready for another amateur hour.

One of my proudest moments: my stint as a Cheesecake Boy.

Keeping things delightfully (and shirtlessly) toasty, were the hunky likes of Matthew Morrison, Tom Daley, Quinn Jaxon, Tom Daley, some sexy footballers, and even more Tom Daley.

In further circles within circles, Kira and I have been rendezvousing in Boston for two years now, traditions intact. Up next: our holiday weekend where we walk around Boston (oh so much walking!) to look at the how the stores are decked out for the season. A few cozy stops for food and drink, and then a night of good cheer and company.

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A Fleeting Fall Bouquet

A coral bark maple was in need of some pruning, and its color was at its peak, so I clipped a few branches and plopped them into water for a fall party I was having. Anytime one tries an unexpected item for cutting, there is the risk of dismal failure. Especially when the cut comes toward the end of a season. Truth be told, I was expecting the worst – the one time I tried to cut a few stalks of bamboo, the leaves fell off almost instantly. (Literally before I could finish arranging them, they started to lose their grip.) A few stalks of a flowering cup plant shed so many stamens overnight that I was starting to think it was possessed. Yet for every few failures, there is a happy, unmitigated success, like this startlingly simple yet powerfully effective bouquet of dogwood branches from this past spring.

Unlike the staying power of those dogwood branches, however, this fall bouquet was quick to shrivel. Luckily, our fall party was set to last only a few hours, so it survived intact, waiting for the night to begin its final stretch of decay.

Once it started that downhill transformation, it moved quickly – drying out in a few short hours, spent from one final fiery show. In other words, if you’re going to attempt a bouquet of fall foliage, cut it just before the party starts because it will not last the night.

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Cristiano Ronaldo Baring His Briefs

While Cristiano Ronaldo will always pale in comparison to David Beckham and Ben Cohen, he is not without a sizable fan base, some of whom will no doubt enjoy examining these photos and GIFs of the shirtless rugby star in his new line of underwear. Proof that Ben & Beckham don’t have a monopoly on briefs and bulges, these underwear shots don’t quite have me convinced that Ronaldo is the heir-apparent to the sexy-back throne, but he’s definitely a contender.

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When Thanksgiving Comes Early

When I was kid, my family went to the Ko family’s home for Thanksgiving and Christmas, and they came to our home for New Year’s Day. They were, and remain, our extended family, and Suzie has been my best friend/sister-figure literally since I was born (she is, and remains, two months older than me).

A lot has changed since my childhood, but somehow my family still manages to make it to the Ko home, wherever or whomever may assemble for it. This year we had to do it a little early, as Elaine and Tony are heading to Florida for the winter. Here are a few photos from the day, including the new and improved version of the kids’ table. (No, I no longer have to sit there.)

And finally, perhaps my two favorite photos of the whole batch: jello salad and Suzie trying on my outfit. A Thanksgiving complete before it even began.

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This Is Not How I Give A Blow-Job

Sometimes a banana is just a banana.

And sometimes you feel like a nut.

(Sometimes you don’t.)

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Caffeine & Forgiveness

A few months ago, you may recall this tiny fiasco at Starbucks, when I was unceremoniously booted from the premises on the one day I had not purchased a Starbucks product. (Not a stand-alone store, I reiterate, but a kiosk in the public lobby of a building not owned by Starbucks). My post must have been seen by someone at Starbucks, because I received a few free drink coupons and several profuse apologies for the way I was treated soon thereafter. I was also contacted by the Regional Manager who asked for details on the visit, which I gladly provided.

A genuine apology goes a long way with me, and I’d forgiven Starbucks for the foible, but I stayed away from their stores all summer because the friendly nature the company has always gone out of its way to cultivate had been dispelled – most likely by an isolated downtown Albany employee, but dispelled nonetheless. I held onto the drink certificates until this week, when I ventured into the same Starbucks.

On my first trip back, there were two new baristas working. I ordered an expensive salted caramel mocha (hey, I’m not going to waste a coupon on a plain coffee) and sat down right near where I had been asked to leave a few months earlier. I finished my drink and left, unbothered.

The next day I returned, and the employee who had been next to me when I was told to leave took my order. She called me by name (I hadn’t thought she’d known my name) and apologized for what had happened last time. I thanked her for that, and said it was fine. (Usually when I say something is fine, it is decidedly anything but fine, but this time I meant it.)

Forgiveness doesn’t come easy for me, but over the last few years I’ve gotten better at it. This trivial matter may be further proof of that. (And proof of the power of the written word. Don’t ever be silent if you’re treated unfairly. Yes, a sizable social media presence can help, but even without that you can write to company executives, regional managers, and everyone all the way up to the CEO. That’s the beauty of living in this country. Make the most of it.)

As for Starbucks, it’s always been an admirable company and has consistently done good things with its money and power. The fact that several people reached out to me to discuss what happened and worked to rectify it are indicative that the company does in fact care. Because of that, I feel good about patronizing their business again. (A gift card and the return of holiday drink offerings helps too.)

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Who’s Babysitting Whom?

Today Andy and I are watching the twins for a bit, which we’re excited about since we rarely get asked. And since Andy will be with me, I don’t have to be the strict Uncle who makes sure they don’t write on the walls with permanent marker or hide the remote from Lolo. Instead, I get to be one of the kids again, romping around and wreaking havoc with the best (and worst) of them. I can’t wait!

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When the Meat Beats the Motion

This Saturday night I’m taking my friend Kira out for a very belated birthday dinner at Boston Chops. She loves a good steak, and that is the best place to find one. The bar is killer too – and any place that utilizes Luxardo cherries in their Manhattan is top drawer in my Auntie Mame scorebook. Here’s the review I wrote a while back after my first visit. I can’t believe it’s taken this long to return, but it’s the perfect time of the year for a hearty steak dinner – and a beefy Manhattan.

Better than that, as always, is the company of a dear friend like Kira. We have done so many fun things in Boston, most of them legal (a few not so much), and I know this will be another grand adventure deep in the South End. After-dinner options are wide open – we intend to take the night!

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The Power of The V

Until recently, I’ve mistakenly never given much thought or consideration to vermouth. As long as the gin or whiskey was decent and the garnish right, the rest seemed beside the point. Only when I switched out the standard sweet vermouth for this bottle of Antonio Carpano’s Antica Formula did my foolish perceptions change – and none too soon.

The layers of complexity, the sudden richness, the full-bodied substance of a Negroni or a Manhattan immediately flowered anew before me. It was like someone switched on the most glorious light to reveal gorgeous vistas of amber waves of joyous grain. How could I have been so stupid? It’s nice to have these moments of evolution and improvement. There is no shame in admitting mistakes or ignorance. The only shame is in not improving when it’s an option – and there is always a way to make things better. Don’t ever settle.

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