Have a happy new year, everybody!
Happy winter solstice! Today we will receive the least amount of daylight hours all year, which is about nine hours in NYC (and anywhere on our latitude). As I’m writing this, it’s not even 4:00 yet and it’s already looking gloomy and dark outside. But! Starting tomorrow, daylight hours will increase by about two minutes per day, which rhymes with yay! My plants are doing the happy dance, which they choreographed themselves.
Now I’m off to Canada to spend Christmas with SP’s parents in their remote and stylin’ cabin. They just put in an outdoor jacuzzi, which means jacuzzi in the snow! And his mom left the tree blank for us (read: me) to decorate. Sweet!
I hope your holiday is extra special this year. And that you receive a most excellent surprise, like the one I got last year:
Today is Serendipity Day, aka Serendipity Do-Da, aka Do-Da Day. So what does this mean?
If you didn’t see the movie Serendipity, then you need to go ahead and do that because it’s all about fate and destiny and energy and has awesome NYC scenes. And if you did see it, you probably didn’t pick up on the fact that Jonathan and Sara meet on December 20…which is today! That’s the day they’re in Bloomingdale’s at the beginning of the movie, trying to grab the same pair of gloves. So they meet and have this intense connection and go to Serendipity for frozen hot chocolates and skating in Central Park.
But when Jonathan writes down his number for Sara, it gets blown away and she thinks that’s a bad sign. So then he writes his name and number on the back of a five-dollar bill, which she immediately uses to buy mints. Sara’s idea is that if the five-dollar bill makes its way back to her, then they’re meant to be together.
So. My friend Joe and I loved the idea of this movie and we used to celebrate Serendipity Day by going to Serendipity (after going to the same glove counter at Bloomingdale’s and also Wollman Rink, since once you put your names in at Serendipity it takes at least two hours to get a table and these locations are actually very close to each other in real life). We had frozen hot chocolates and then we each wrote our name and number on the back of a five-dollar bill, which we then used to tip the waiter. Not that anyone ever called our asses. But that’s not the point. The point is that we put it out there. The city is magic. It does magic things.
How can you celebrate Serendipity Day if you’re not here? Well, if you are with your soul mate now and doing the happy dance, then celebrate with the One. But if you are still searching, send out positive energy into the universe today. True love will find you.
Oh, and by the way? Serendipity is also home of the $1,000 Golden Opulence Sundae, served in a Baccarat crystal goblet (which you get to take home), made with the world’s most expensive chocolate, and covered in 23K edible gold leaf:
This poetry slam I went to Monday night rocked the house. Some of the absolute best spoken-word artists competed in a slam hosted by Mahogany Brown. It was at Spark Art Center, which was actually this random room in the back of a restaurant in Chelsea. But as the guy who lived next door told me, there are no random rooms in New York. Anyway, this slam was so underground I can’t even give you a link to it. Not because it’s top secret, but because it was totally off the radar.
Soulful Jones was so intense that I had a Coffee Talk pheglempt moment during his performance. Check out his music on his MySpace page, too. And Uninvited has only been on the scene for a year, but he’s already a shining star. The winner was Ben Crossan, whose only contact info at this time is his phone number. And my soul sista Tatyana Cabrera also performed. If you’re into slams, watch out for these neighbors. They’re so hot they make fire jealous.
Your TGIM thought of the day is brought to you by Cheryl Lee Terry. She’s an astrologer who knows. I was so freaked out when I turned to her usual spot in Time Out a while ago and her horoscope page was gone! But I found her online, so it’s all goodness.
If you’re into checking out your horoscope, hers is right on every week. You can visit Astrology and Beyond here.
So I made an executive decision to not send out holiday cards this year, for the first time since I started sending them. It just seems like there’s an indirect relationship between the whole email/ecard/eeverything craze getting whipped up into a larger frenzy every year and appreciation for/interest in/inclination to send handwritten communication.
Who’s with me on this? Or am I being a total Grinch about it?