Ways to Stay Cool While You Deal with a Medical Crisis: Celebrate Your Anniversary

Meanwhile, back in the non-boob centric world, Graham and I spent last friday celebrating our anniversary. The weather was probably as good as it gets on any day in New York. Low to no humidity, soft breezes, and in the low 80's. We got up early and took a long walk in Brooklyn Heights and dreamed about buying a home there, where we would never leave the bucolic, historic brick lined streets, and forget that New York City was a mere subway stop away. It is, to say the least, an incredible part of town. Just to get Graham's goat, I pretended I was a tourist and photographed Truman Capote's house:
He wrote Breakfast at Tiffany's and a great deal of In Cold Blood here. I like to think of him coming back from Kansas in his wild west jacket, tired and worn out, but happy to be back. If I were him and lived in this house, which has a view of the water at the end of the street, I would be happy to be back too.
Then we walked along the Brooklyn Bridge, which, let's be honest, kicks most bridge's b-hind in beauty and design. It was crowded with tourists as usual, but I liked knowing that they would go home to whatever part of the world they came from with the memory of seeing this bridge, with this spectacular weather. It couldn't have been any better.

Then, thanks in part to an anniversary gift of Graham's parents, we went to the 21 Club for dinner. As this is #5 on my list of 100 things I want to do before I die, I was pretty darned excited! It's a historic restaurant in New York that used to be a favorite of everyone from Lucille Ball to Woody Allen. We had to get gussied up and everything. Graham was required to wear a tie, jacket, slacks, and nice pair of shoes. When we walked in, the first host we greeted literally looked him up and down to make sure he was fit. He was fit! We sat and ate and drank the most yummy food and took in the whole environment. We overheard the waiter say to a man at the next table, "Ah, good choice. That was Bogart's favorite." What was it? I never found out, but it didn't matter. I was eating scallops on a pool of corn puree and Graham was eating a 21 specialty called Steak Diane. And for dessert there was chocolate mint torte and a lovely cup of coffee.

Can you see it in our faces? We were a happy 1 year old married couple. Very happy, indeed.