Pitted Olives

The scene of the crime - the chalk-lines, the silverware... I'm talking, of course, about the W Hotel Union Square, and the restaurant that fed our wonderful wedding party, "Todd English's Olives." And the reason I bring it up is because my beautiful domestic goddess and I are having a quiet Christmas dinner tonight in the very halls where we made so much magic back in September. This is like a nano-anniversary for us, and we relish the chance to sneakily sneak up into the Great Room of Happiness to relive the moment.

It was so important to make the magic happen close to home - so we can re-celebrate it easily, and constantly. If only the Magic Kingdom were south of 34th Street.