December was a busy month! I went to Chicago for my cousin's wedding. I went to Michigan and got stuck. I packed to move to Hong Kong. And I celebrated a birthday!
First and foremost, best wishes and congratulations to Olivia and Tim. Your wedding weekend was a blast! Manicures, hot totties, shopping, dancing, a nice hotel and a hospitality suite with fiber bars? What more could one want from a wedding weekend? I am still trying to decide who gets the Dancing MVP Award: Elliott Berry or Matt Berry. Also, who throws a better brunch: Harold and Barbara or Jeremy? Berry family, what are your thoughts?
A few days after the wedding, I was on a plane again flying to Michigan. As usual, we had a great holiday complete with the Marinaros' homemade ravioli. Easily the best meal of the year! Michigan was wonderful. There were presents, movies, good food, and family and friends… and all of it lasted three days longer than planned.
On the afternoon of December 26, Delta called and told me that, due to a snowstorm, my flight for next day was canceled. Delta was happy to rebook me to New York via Minneapolis on January 2. They said that if I wanted to try to fly out earlier, I would have to call back once the snow stopped. All day on the 27th, I furiously called Delta and checked their website. They did not even answer their phones and their website was not working! Then, on the 28th, I received a text message from a dear family friend, Lisa Gordon, asking if I too was stuck in Michigan and would I be interested in driving back to NYC. Normally, I would not mind staying in Michigan a few extra days, but considering I was embarking on a move to Hong Kong, I had things to do, doctors and dentists to see, an apartment to get ready for Vinnie, clothes to pack*, good-bye dinners to attend -- not to mention work.
I quickly called Lisa back, and the plan was in motion. We rented a car and four of us, Lisa, Doroan (Lisa's fiancé), Lisa's friend Stephanie and myself, made the 10-hour trip in a large blue Ford that looked like an undercover police car. Driving it, I felt like a cross between a gypsy cab driver and Frank Drebin.
The drive back was not too bad. We talked and listened to music and ate some tasty Michigan snacks. When we hit traffic around the George Washington Bridge, we stopped off and visited Lisa's sister Julie and her children. Mr. Gordon was at Julie's so we got to have his world famous iced tea, though it was an odd combination with our spaghetti dinner.
It was nice to have a few extra days with my family, but I was happy to be home.
*When I say I had clothes to pack, I mean that Beth and Shanta had clothes to pack. I supervised as they prepared me for Hong Kong.