emory came up from virginia for a weekend of french fries for lunch, a night at the met, and an origami tree. of fifth avenue madness two weeks before christmas. of bloomie's and cupcakes and dusty old bookshops. of 31 years since john lennon. of love actually and antiquing in the village. of remembering what it's like to holiday here for the very first time. of old friends, of reminiscing, of silly accents and fits of giggles. of me, collapsing into my bed at 8 pm on sunday, well worn and happy.