MLK Jr. Weekend

This past weekend was such a treat because we were able to relax with good friends.

To kick the weekend off, I went to my friend, Casey's, baby shower. As with all parties here in NYC, the hosts were beyond talented and threw such a sweet party for her. One major highlight from the party were Kelsey's caramelized bacon strips on a stick. Let's just say life does not get much better than eating bacon on a stick.

Of course our weekend was full of football, as usual. I am really trying to be a good wife and not complain when we watch game after game of football, but let's just say it is hard and apparently I am not a good wife. However, I was getting a little into the whole Tim Tebow excitement. I mean, who doesn't love a modern day Christian hero? (Okay...probably a lot of people, but not me!) I have totally jumped on that bandwagon and even thought he was going to pull off another "Tebow Miracle" with the game against the Patriots. But alas, no such luck, or miracle rather. 

Next on the weekends agenda was hanging with Tommy and Amanda Smith. Tommy and Amanda just moved to the area but it seems like we have known them forever! Amanda treated us to her homemade cinnamon rolls, which I had not one but TWO helpings. It's a good thing that I know better than to set any healthy New Years resolutions, because there is no way I would have been able to resist those puppies.

Next, we continued out chain restaurant love with another set of Smiths, Nate and Ashley, by eating at one of my favorite NYC joints...I-Hop. Yup. I. am. super. classy. But let's just say, it NEVER disappoints. Plus, good company always helps, and we just love the Nate-Dawg and the Shug. 

Then to top off our friend-extravaganza-weekend, we hung out with our other favorite couple, Matt and Maria (we are so lucky to have the best group of friends here in the city. Really. The BEST!). We are able to just hang out and do nothing and have a great time. We went to Empanada Mama, which had some great arepas and empandas. Yet, alas, I am still on the search for an arepa that is as good as my Venezuelan friend's, Valentina's, mom's arepas. I haven't found ANYTHING that even slightly compares. I dream of her arepas.

I love three day weekends. One day really does make ALL the difference.