Oh, it was difficult to go for just a day.
Coming home was not something I wanted to do.
But it was one good day– a lot of necessary things all crammed into a short time.
Every time I go, the New Yorker in me travels closer to the surface,
and it becomes harder and harder for me to push it back down.
That being said, every day in the city is not as radically ideal as a day trip during the holidays.
Here’s the quick, choppy version:
We drove up on Saturday night listening to Carols for A Cure, went to Dunkin Donuts, dozed off watching White Christmas, and eventually crawled into bed.
Annoying cell phone alarms chimed to wake us– but not too early at least.
Keith’s cousin went into Manhattan with us. They picked up some primo Young Frankenstein tickets.
We grabbed happy meals at the 42nd Street McDonald’s and
gave our toys to a couple of kids at the table next to us.
The early afternoon was spent browsing through the shops at Bryant Park,
just enjoying the atmosphere and watching the skaters on the pond.
We split to go to our respective matinees. On the way over to the Eugene O’Neill we picked up Starbucks. Yum.
We got to the theatre and took our seats onstage. I appreciated the show in a way I never have, and felt more lucid and present than I ever remember being throughout the duration of the performance.
It was a very charged day since they were celebrating their one year anniversary at the evening show.
I’m sad I didn’t get to see that performance, but the matinee was quirky and fun.
The stage door was a madhouse– as I suspect it will be until Johnny’s departure.
It it was a beautiful end to a year full of trips and hours in the audience and at that stage door.
It was almost overwhelming.
But then it was time to wander over to Tout va bien. We had a long, filling meal– drinks, rillette!,
appetizers, entrees, dessert, conversation, sangria . . . all very satisfying.
It was pouring rain as we left, but it became tolerable,
so we still walked around to have some Christmas.
Walked past Radio City, over to Rockefeller Center, looked at the windows at Saks, journeyed down by Lord and Taylor.
The we looped back over to get the car.
The last glance toward Times Square was long.
Josh drove us home. I battled to keep us awake.
We sang. I cried.
And we almost hit some strange Dr.Seuss-like Yeti creature.
I got home at 4:30 am.
Josh had an exam that morning.
I’m still recovering from a sore throat and weird sleep.
Physically I am achy and tired,
but for the first time in a long time, overall,
I am good.