Monday, December 1, 2008

We drove up to Boston two weekends ago to celebrate an early Thanksgiving at Doug's sister Margaret's house, stopping in New Haven along the way to pick up his brother Steve and to sample the Yale grad school nightlife. The New Haven experience consisted of beer and mashed potato-topped pizza at a brewery called BAR, lively dinner conversation with a group of Yale's liberal elite and a competitive game of Settlers of Catan to top off the night.

Once at Margaret's, instead of pizza, we enjoy a delicious home cooked meal courtesy of the master chef herself; instead of the liberal elite, we enjoyed the company of our family (who, to be sure, are still liberal and, if we look at Steve, elite); and instead of settling Catan, we ended the night debating politics (for approximately 3 – 4 hours, and anyone who knows Doug knows where that discussion led).

On Sunday morning, Doug and Steve accomplished a feat only two Tedeschi men could have– packing our Hyundai Sante Fe rental with every last one of our wedding presents. (Margaret had been kindly storing our gifts in her attic—and bedroom—for the past several months).

Below are some pictures of two of the most precious kids on this planet – our niece Virginia and nephew George.







Tuesday, November 11, 2008

South Beach Style

Some of the girls there are my best friends. Others I hadn't seen in over six years. One I had never met. We all came together in Miami this past weekend for one common purpose - to celebrate Cat's end of singlehood in style. We sat poolside and sipped on cocktails, shared laughs over mex and margs, and hopped from club to club, dancing 'til dawn. This weekend proved two things to me - one, six years out of college and we can still party like rock stars; two, despite time, distance and diverging lives, some friendships are sure to last a lifetime.






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Saturday, November 1, 2008

Our first...

... day as husband and wife. We spent it strolling through lovely downtown Norfolk, VA, killing time before our flight back to JFK. Doug booked us a flight back from the Outer Banks on the day of our wedding, rather than the day after. We discovered this about ten mintues prior to arriving at the airport, found a flight departing six hours later, and spent our first day as newlyweds in Norfolk.


...fight as a married couple. It was about yoga. I am very passionate about yoga and have tried unsuccessfully on numerous occasions to convice Doug to embrace the practice. I was senseless enough to try again on the second day of our honeymoon in Bali. We were staying at this beautiful resort called Uma Ubud - a resort that coincidentally (or not so coincidentally given that I booked the accomodations) had a yoga pavilion overlooking a gorgeous backdrop of the lush, exotic vegetation of the Balinese jungle. I asked Doug to take one of the daily yoga classes with me. He acquiesced. Then he bemoaned that fact that he was forced to do yoga all morning, he boycotted half of the poses during class and then he sulked back silently to our villa afterwards. One of these days, he'll come around...



...blog post. You just read it! Welcome to our blog. Why a blog? Doug says, because my other friends Ashlie, Rebecca and Brae started blogging shortly after having gotten married, thus it's my duty as a wife to do the same. I say, because the credit crisis has given me the gift of free time, why not. Either way, for better or for worse, I am now a blogger (and soon, Doug will be too, as we will be sharing the duties of maintaining this blog).

Before signing off, I leave you with a picture from last night's Halloween festivities. Doug was a stoner and I was his pot brownie...