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My scanner has created a monster. Volume I: My Parents Wedding Album

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I know scanners have been around for a long while now. But man are they cool. How am I just now finding this out? This discovery, coupled with staying at my aunt's house (where she has a completely different set of photos than my mother and father) have turned me into a photo fiend. I'm drunk with power.
Today I came across my parent's wedding album. First of all, they are so beautiful. And look so happy in the pictures. Who would've thunk it (just kidding guys). I think all couples that get married should have at least one extra album put together for the children they might have one day. Because when I had turned 18 or 21 getting that little piece of history would have meant more to me than any material item (except maybe a Marc Jacobs bag. Just kidding. Kinda).
 
 
 
 
There's some statistic that says couples who engage in the traditional "cake face smashing ceremony" are less likely to stay together. But my parents proved those people wrong. Why avoid an opportunity for fun? Because pomp and circumstance supersede a little debauchery? I hope my wedding is filled with more fun than I know what to do with.
 
And pure, unadulterated, unqualified, unabashed love, for that matter.
 
 

So my friend's coming to visit and I need some ideas...

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I've always said the best way to live in NYC is as if you're a tourist. Jonathan is coming to town and I've got some ideas but I need input. So this is a call to the masses. Send me your ideas. What do you love to do in NY?

Here's what I got so far:
1. walk across Brooklyn Bridge to Grimaldi's
2. Monday night movie in Bryant Park
3. the Moma (on Friday night's its cheaper from 4 to 8)
4. Grey's Papaya: even if we don't eat anything, the smell alone is worth it
5. the shake shack in Madison Square Park
6. conservatory garden/ pond by 103 and Central Park West
7. walk along the Hudson in Riverside park
8. Magnolia's bakery for a cupcake
9. Frick collection (Sunday from 11 to 1 its cheaper)
10. the Bronx zoo (this sounds really appealing to me right now and is only $12)

Our very own "Sex and the City" lunch date...

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Can you believe in all my trips to the city as a girl growing up, then four years of living here I had never actually been to Bloomingdale's? Though I do remember reading about it in the Babysitters' Club book series (Stacey's father lived so close that she said she could smell it--gosh I wanted to be her when I was a girl!).
Cheersing our gorgeous lives post-college!
The food was delicious--I got the salad, sandwich, fro-yo combo.
We took a lot of pictures. Poor Matthew, our waiter, had his hands full with us.
Vic and I decided we're going to apply for a Fulbright Grant together. Watch out world, we're gonna make a documentary and change the way Americans think about food.
Naomi is as good at taking photos as she is at looking beautiful in them.
Speaking of gorgeous: Carolyn enjoys a little coffee flavored fro-yo.
Double trouble.
My own yogurt before I dig in--so pretty.
It's pretty tasty too.
So yeah, I kinda liked it.
We had a blast. Talked about careers, our lives, skiing, vespas, Utah, boys, living in NYC like tourists, love, becoming clucky (you're gonna have to ask Vic for an accurate definition of this), shifting priorities, and a little more love. Only one thing was missing...
Girl, Chi-town is fantastic, but we need you to complete our circle. Come back!

I finally found a great hairdresser in the city...

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And she's leaving! But she graciously fit me in to her crazy schedule and gave me one heck of a haircut.

So thank you Izumi and the best of luck to you in Singapore! I may just have to travel all the way there to see the sights and experience the power of your magical scissors.
Note: After I left, I was heading up to the subway, my hair bouncing with every step I took (I was in my own little Sunsilk commercial) and a man on the street actually stood up and bowed to me. I don't know what this means, but I kinda liked it (I'm gonna chalk it up to the new hair).

Am I the only one who's just finding out about this...

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this is not a taxi. it will not pick you up.

copcabs...who knew? click here.

i saw one today (for the first time ever) and yes, it freaked me out.
Here's additional info I  gathered from the blog of cab driver... 
 
1. the police are not usually in uniform, and there is always more than one person in the car
2. if the medallion number (the four digits in the rooflight used to identify the car) begins with 6Y or 2W its a cop car
3. the usual yellow strip on cab doors is black on these undercover cabs