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End of a Winey Weekend

The weekend ended the way some weekends do—slowly, in the soft middle space between one last pour and the drive home.

We were out among the rows of vines on the North Fork, where the green feels patient and the air has that quiet, worked-in kind of calm. Someone sits on a set of painted picnic benches, glass in hand, smiling like they’re keeping a small secret. The colors beneath them look almost childlike, like something meant for a playground, but here they belong to the day: bright stripes against grass and trellis lines.

There’s a particular comfort to vineyards. They’re orderly without being stiff. You can hear the place living—leaves shifting, distant voices, the thin clink of glass—while time moves at a different pace. It’s easy to let the weekend stretch longer than it should, to pretend the week ahead is only a rumor.

By the end, though, the sweetness turns reflective. Not sad, just settled. Like closing a door gently instead of letting it swing.

If you’ve ever tried to hold on to a Sunday afternoon, you know the feeling: a small, warm ache to keep what’s good exactly where it is—sunlight, laughter, the last sip—before it becomes memory.

North Fork Wine Country

North Fork Wine Country has a way of feeling both ordinary and a little unreal—like the day is sun-warmed at the edges, and the rest of it is quietly humming underneath.

We leaned into a weathered shingle wall, close enough to share shade and a laugh, the kind that comes easy when you’ve already decided not to rush. There’s something about wine country weekends that makes time behave differently. Minutes loosen. Conversations stretch out. Even the small moments—sitting still, shoulders touching, looking into a camera—feel like they’re holding onto you.

I like the North Fork for its softness. It isn’t trying to be a grand performance. It’s tasting rooms and back roads, the gentle clink of glasses, and that slow drift from one place to the next. Rosé tastes like summer even when summer is almost over, and the air feels like it’s been filtered through salt and fields.

Traveling together can be loud in other places—planning, lines, landmarks—but here it’s quieter. You notice textures: cedar shingles, sunlit wood, the way the afternoon settles into your clothes. You listen to one world press up against another: weekend crowds and local calm, bright smiles and the private comfort underneath them.

We came for a simple getaway. We left with that rare feeling of being more settled than when we arrived.

Lunch at Kitchen Kettle Village

Lunch at Kitchen Kettle Village has a way of slowing the day down. Out on the patio, the tables feel tucked into summer—shade from the trees, the low murmur of people passing by, and that easy kind of light that makes you forget to check the time.

We ended up lingering longer than we planned, letting the afternoon stretch. There’s something comforting about eating outside when the air is warm but not heavy, when a breeze moves through and everything feels a little less urgent. Even a simple lunch tastes better when you can hear the world around you—chairs shifting, glasses clinking, conversations floating in and out like background music.

Kitchen Kettle Village sits in that familiar Pennsylvania rhythm: busy, but gentle. It’s the kind of place that invites wandering after you eat, the kind of place where you can carry a relaxed, full feeling from one shop to the next without needing a reason.

By the time we finished, it didn’t feel like we’d just grabbed lunch. It felt more like we’d paused—just long enough to let the day settle, to be present, and to enjoy a small pocket of summer.

Clearwater Beach Boys

There’s a particular kind of brightness that belongs to a beach town—sunlight bouncing off pale sand, the sky stretched thin and patient, and buildings in the distance that look like they’ve been left out to fade on purpose.

This photo feels like that: two guys tucked into the frame, shoulders touching, hats and sunglasses doing their best to negotiate with the glare. Behind them, Clearwater Beach keeps going—flag up in the wind, a lifeguard stand posted like a small, quiet lighthouse, and the slow movement of people crossing the sand like they’re part of the tide.

Vacation pictures are usually proof: we were here, it was warm, we smiled. But the better ones carry something else, something you only notice later. A little ease. A little ordinary happiness, sun-warmed and unposed, the kind that settles into you the way salt does—subtle at first, then suddenly you realize it’s everywhere.

Maybe that’s what “Clearwater Beach Boys” really means. Not just the place, not just the day, but the feeling of being briefly unhurried. Two lives meeting the ocean at the same time, looking back at the camera as if to say: remember this, even when you’re far from the water.

And if the answer to “???” is anything, it’s this: yes. We’ll take the light when it comes.

Summer Vacation to Florida, Tampa, Clearwater, St Petersburg

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| My summer vacation in 2017 consisted of a mini tour of mid-west Florida. We landed in Tampa bay, stayed in St. Petersburg, and ended in Clearwater with Angel’s parents.

Philly weekend with Bae – Mom’s Bday

| #boyfriendswhobrunch #seafood #philly

| Truth be told, we were in Philadelphia for my mother’s birthday. My mother is a seafood fan and we decided to take her to Devon Seafood Grill for lunch and then some shopping.

Zenkichi Valentine’s Omakase with Bae

| #valentineday #dinner #bae @Zenkichi_NY | ???

| I have to start off by saying that I have never had a bad meal at Zenkichi in Williamsburg Brooklyn. This meal was a special Zenkichi Valentine’s day edition of their normal Japanese omakase coursed meal. The Valentine’s Menu was perfect an I was happy to share my first Valentine’s day with Angel here. <3

Zenkichi Valentine’s Day Menu

バレンタインのおまかせ
Valentine’s Week Omakase
8-Course Special Tasting Menu
$120

蛤のお味噌汁
Hamaguri Littleneck Clam Miso Soup

前菜五種
Assorted Chilled Plates:

熊本オイスター
Kumamoto Oyster

ズワイ蟹の酢の物蟹味噌添え
Hokkaido Zuwai Snow Crab Sunomono

鮟肝の旨煮
Ankimo Uma-ni

本鮪のタルタルキャビアと共に
Bluefin Tuna Tartar & Caviar

寒鯖の箱寿司
Kansaba Winter Mackerel Hako-zushi

シェフお薦めのお造り三点盛り
Three Kinds of Chef’s Premium Sashimi
Kanpachi Amberjack, Kagoshima, Japan
Kinmedai Bigeye Snapper, Shizuoka, Japan
Lightly Seared King Salmon, Alaska

雲丹と海苔の大葉包み天麩羅
Uni & Nori Seaweed Tempura

銀鱈西京焼
Saikyo Miso Cod

神戸牛フィレミニョンステーキ
黒トリュフ添え
Kobe Beef Filet Mignon Steak & Truffle

ハドソンバレーフォアグラ丼
Hudson Valley Foie Gras Donburi

黒ゴマのフローズンチョコレートムース
Frozen Black Sesame Mousse

Squad Goals Achieved Nomo Soho

| #squadgoals #cocktail #smiles @THENOMOSOHO | ???

| Squad Goals Achieved – with these lovely people @anthea.chu @rare_jrdn @takenbyangel . After a nice brunch with my parents we all headed to Nomo Soho for some cocktails. They make a great Manhattan but the Marikorico cocktail was huge, tasty, and able to be shared.

Marikorico Cocktial $16

Rooibos Tea Infused Plantation 3* Rum, Orgeat Syrup Velvet Falernum, Lime, Pineapple, Tiki Bitters

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Boyfriends be Blizzard

The snow turns ordinary errands into something cinematic. A sidewalk becomes a small stage; the wind edits the scene for you, softening the edges, erasing the sharpness of the day. In the middle of it all, two boyfriends lean together for a quick selfie—cheeks cold, jackets zipped, the kind of closeness that feels practical and tender at the same time.

“Boyfriends be Blizzard” sounds like a joke you say to keep your teeth from chattering. But there’s truth in it, too. When weather arrives with teeth, you find out what you keep and what you let go. You keep moving. You keep laughing. You keep someone close enough to share warmth, even if it’s only for the length of a photo.

The street behind them is blurred with snow and motion—parked cars collecting white, a fence beaded with slush, the day reduced to a few muted colors. A paper bag swings from one hand like proof that life continues: coffee, groceries, something simple carried home. The storm doesn’t stop the routine; it just asks you to do it slower, shoulder to shoulder.

In weather like this, the world feels smaller and quieter, as if everything beyond the falling snow is far away. And in that narrowed space, affection is louder. A kiss on the cheek, a grin caught mid-flurry, a shared pause before stepping back into the cold.

The Book Boy

Inside the bookstore, the air feels a little warmer than the street, as if the shelves have been holding onto everyone’s winter all day. Paperbacks rise in uneven towers on the tables, their corners softened by hands that linger. The floor looks like it has seen thousands of careful steps—scuffed, honest, and still welcoming.

The Book Boy stands there in a cap and scarf, turned slightly inward the way people do when they’re trying to hear what a cover is whispering. He doesn’t look rushed. He looks paused, as if the rest of the city can keep moving for a minute while he weighs one story against another.

This is the kind of place that lives alongside you. It creaks in small ways—spines flexing, jackets sliding, a quiet shuffle in the aisle. The stacks don’t feel messy so much as lived-in, like the shop is letting time settle where it wants.

Outside, it might be snowing or it might only feel like it should be. Either way, the scene holds that same soft hush: the familiar comfort of browsing, the small mystery of what you’ll carry home, and the sense that the ordinary is never quite ordinary when it’s wrapped in pages.

Happy Holiday Season Everyone

|Happy Holiday @SproutBrooklyn @target #christmas #presents #gold #haul

| Wishing everyone a happy, healthy, and hopeful holiday season!

I’m loving my Christmas gifts.

Happy holiday party One Medical Plus 1

| #omnyholidayparty #nyc #holiday

| I have to say I was pretty impressed with this holiday party. One of the best I have been to and I am not even employed by One Medical. I guess it was good luck to be a +1 at this event.