Cousins Without Borders

I'm not sure if it is the footlong hotdog and chicken tender I had at Shea last night (yes, it is possible to eat just one chicken tender) or the fact that I'm moving to LA in 11 hours, but I can't sleep.






























As usual, we had a blast with Cousin Andrew last night. Watching the Mets spank the Pirates (sorry Andrew!) felt like a fitting end to our time in NYC, however saying goodbye to Andrew on the 7 train was less than ideal. (Bursting into tears after your team wins doesn't go over so well in New York!)

I have many cousins in New York, most of whom I barely knew before I moved here. While New York has provided me the opportunity to meet new and fabulous people, getting to know my cousins Andrew, Armand, Marla and Ilisa (my "not really cousin") has been an amazing experience. My definition of cousin may be loose, but knowing these guys/girls had my back made the big, bad city a little smaller. Getting drunk on a Sunday afternoon at Blondies, rooting for the Steelers and watching Andrew throw down order after order of chicken wings, will remain a highlight for years to come. And it's thanks to Ilisa that I eat sushi!






























Love you guys! Come visit!