NYC Weekend
I went to New York City for a long weekend with seven of my high school girlfriends. We had a great tour guide in E, who lives there. We did lots of tourist-y stuff, like the top of Rockefeller Center, an open-top bus tour, Ground Zero, a show, shopping on Canal Street, walking Central Park, and crossing the Brooklyn Bridge at night. I’m not sure we ever stopped talking, and that made something of a spectacle on the subway. (”But we’re the only ones who know each other!” protested our friend P.) We were wives, mothers, singles, professional and stay-at-home. Only three of us live in our home state, now.We are all different, but somehow all the same, too. It was a good weekend.
Some things I was reminded of about NYC: Watch where you step; lots of people have dogs. Restaurants are LOUD. Food is plentiful and varied. Red tour buses are a lot more prevalent than blue ones. Even the coffee lingo is different: a red-eye is a cup of coffee with a shot of espresso–here in MN we call it a depth charge. And in NYC, you can get two shots, which is (of course) a black eye.
I’m sure there’s more, but I can’t recall. There was burn on re-entry, as usual. Guppy refused to kiss me, hug me or let me hold him for several hours. Drake seemed excited to see me, but he’d been sick all weekend, so his listening skills are even sketchier than usual. G. Grod has his hands full over the weekend so I could get time away. I’m very grateful, both to him for the break, and because I have a group of good friends so many years after high school, and that we all made the time and effort for the trip.