New York, New York

I'm not sure which made the weekend so crazy - the city, the party, or my family. It was probably a combination of the three. Craig and his mom fared better than me; I'm exhausted. The weekend was a blur... landing at La Guardia, heading to dinner on City Island with my parents, crashing at my childhood home, heading off to our post-wedding luncheon on Saturday, visiting with relatives and family friends that I haven't seen in years, traveling to Little Italy for the Feast of San Gennaro with Howard, Maya, and my cousins that night, getting back to the Bronx way past my bedtime, and having Sunday brunch with my Uncle Bill and Aunt Floraine before catching our flight back to RDU. Whew! Here are some shots from the party...


Howard and me with our cousins Steve and Alana (top) and Beth (bottom)

My dad (center) with (left to right) Mel, Marty, and Norm - his friends since childhood - and Neil, his latest partner in crime (I'm not entirely kidding)

Aunt Floraine, Uncle Bill, and Great Uncle Marty

Howard and me with my mom's side of the family

I've known Stephanie since I was five years old