Hello, Time Out New York Readers!

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If you saw the mention of my underground supper club Midnight Brunch in Time Out New York this week, you may be looking for a way to request an invitation to the events. The event announcement for our NYC event on June 23 goes out tomorrow (Thurs., May 31). You can read it here, and add yourself to the invite request list.

We’re so pleased to be named in The Best Brunch in NYC 2012 feature. Hope you can join us this summer!

For more Midnight Brunch, check out the event recaps on my food & cocktail site, Mouth of the Border.

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Finding Inspiration

Finding Inspiration

Hi everyone! Been a little quiet here lately, but trust I’m cooking up a storm over at http://mouthoftheborder.com. Here’s a cute set of porcelain berry containers I found the other day at Anthropologie. What’s been inspiring you lately?

In Loving Memory

“Or must I say the streets are bare unless it is your door I face …” – June Jordan, Sunflower Sonnet Number One

I lost one of my best friends this week. Tim was a badass. He and I were friends the last two years of high school, and he had a big part in helping me be the independent woman I wanted to be. He and another friend, Derek, they were fans of critical thinking and that’s something that had been missing from my education up to that date. I can’t thank him enough for that.

Tim was gorgeous, but we both knew nothing like that would ever happen between us. He became a rock, the person I could and would talk to about anything.

What I remember most: His blue, smiling eyes, how much he made people laugh, how his parting advice in my senior yearbook was “stay away from boys with jeeps” (he was one, by the way) and how much he loved his motorcycle.

That I, we, lost him in a motorcycle accident seems incomprehensible. He survived 9/11 only to die “doing what he loved.” He had a wife Amy, who we went to school with, and two young sons. Their uncle asked people to share stories about Tim so they could tell the boys. So, below is my letter to his sons.

I love you, Tim. Thank you for giving us the most you could in the time you were here. I know you loved living as much as I do, and I promise to LIVE HARDER for you.

My best friend in high school, Tim Boughter.

In Loving Memory

Dear Beau & Jake:

Your daddy was awesome. He and I were best friends the last two years of high school. We met because we were in all of the advanced classes together. Tim was one of the smartest kids in school. You should know that, because he’d want you to know that you two are bright and special, too.

So many people loved your daddy. He was kind, inquisitive and mischievous. You know, a little bit of a troublemaker. We had a chemistry lab together and one time, when we partnered up for an experiment with potassium, he broke the rules on purpose. You’re not supposed to get the potassium wet. But Tim wanted to see would happen if he picked up the chunk of potassium with wet tweezers. He caused a small explosion, burning a hole in the paper and probably the lab table underneath. I still have the paper somewhere. It has a K, the symbol for potassium, and then a giant hole burnt into it.

Tim was so sweet, but I think sometimes he just liked to shake things up to make sure life stayed fun. One time, him and another close friend Derek (THE smartest kid in our class) did something to get themselves suspended for a week. I really don’t remember what they did, but it was pretty amusing to me since Tim and our Valedictorian were otherwise harmless.

Given that we were all looking forward to college, Tim and Derek couldn’t let being suspended keep them from getting their schoolwork done. So, every day after school, I’d let Tim know what they missed and what the assignments were. We all graduated, of course, though I don’t think any of us three went where we thought we’d go for school. Tim wanted to be at Pepperdine but wound up finishing at Penn State. I was supposed to go to NYU, but then Derek and I both wound up at the University of New Hampshire.

After that, we lost touch. I became a journalist. Tim, who had owned his own company since I met him, continued on his path as an entrepreneur … consulting to other companies and helping them build the systems they needed to work properly. He lived in NYC for a short while, but your family can tell you about that.

I haven’t seen your daddy since we finally reconnected at our high school reunion. Your mom was there, too. They were happy and we all had a good time. Neither of you had been born yet. Two weeks later, I moved to NYC.

Tim and I stayed in touch here and there afterwards. I never expected to get a phone call saying he’s not here anymore.

I’m so sorry you didn’t get more time with your daddy. He was an amazing man. Gentle, smart and FUNNY. And he loved you two so much. You were his world.

So, know that he loves you. He’s probably looking out for you right now.

Love,
Emily, Tim’s old friend

Letting Your Brand’s Fans Tag Fan Photos on Your Facebook Page

If you are admin as a brand page, you have probably noticed that your fans aren’t able to tag themselves in photos in your albums. In some cases, people who are both friend’s with the admin’s personal page AND fans of the brand can tag themselves, but the rules are unclear.

UPDATE: That is, until May 12: Facebook Launches Photo Tagging for Pages

From the Hubspot Article: “According to Facebook, only Pages in the Brands & Products or People categories can be tagged in photos at this time.

The Tagging Process:

1. Click the photo you wish to tag and select “Tag This Photo” below the photo.
2. Type the name of the people or product Page you wish to tag.
3. Repeat this process for every Page in the photo that you would like to tag.
4. Click “Done Tagging” in the bottom left corner.”

More details on how from Facebook.

Happy tagging!

Four Years in New York City

Four years ago today, I’d just finished selling most of my stuff, quitting my job and saying goodbye to my best friends and goodbye to one of my bestest friend’s brand new firstborn child. I had no job lined up here, about $1,000 in my bank account and had only one friend I knew in this big, badass city.

Four years later, I have dear friends here and experiences that I’m lucky to be able to cherish every day. I have an awesome job, I’m getting ready to start my own business on top of that and I’m happy to say that I can usually get where I intend to go without getting lost first. I couldn’t convince my bestest friend to move here, but she is now just weeks away from having her second baby. Everything comes full circle.

I’ve had SUCH a good time eating and drinking and writing for my food website that I’ve earned a bit of a rep for being a hedonist. Starting today, I get to share my knowledge of the NYC food and beverage scene as a trendspotter for Scoutmob NYC. Check out the article by clicking the screenshot below.

Scoutmob NYC - Local Mug Feature, Dec. 16, 2010

Stories from MouthOfTheBorder.com will be featured on Scoutmob’s website and in their emails once a month. You can download the app (Apple and Android) here, and sign up for the daily deal emails at Scoutmob. Continue reading