Parenthetically speaking (NYC in a semi-photo montage)

If you’ve been loyal enough to stick with me this far, Thanks!

As promised, here are 20 highlights from the past weekend:

  1. no kids (my in-laws–who aren’t typically available to take them–took them).
  2. saw the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree going up
  3. had a room with a view (an incredible, Central Park view from a really nice four-star hotel)

    Central Park from the air

    Central Park from our room

  4. went paddling in the Park (totally unplanned and fabulously funny; there are actually A LOT of people who don’t know how to row a boat. We passed four rowing backwards [this is not one of them])
  5. conjugated “to drink” at the Loeb Boathouse outdoor bar (in hind site, it’s entirely possible this is what the above four had done BEFORE renting their boats)
  6. toured the Frick Collection (not the smartest move on a beautiful, late-fall afternoon while buzzed)
  7. met friends at a bar downtown (all of whom were a total surprise and carefully coordinated in advance)
  8. had dinner with family and friends at a nearby restaurant (ditto the above)
  9. slept in
  10. got a private tour of a good friend’s brand new Micro-Brewery: New Jersey Beer Co. over in North Bergen, NJ

    Founder & President, NJ Beer Co.

  11. had an off-the-chart dinner at a funky, swanky little joint (chosen because I clearly qualify for the 21 Club)
  12. caught a Broadway show (so I could wax nostalgic about my college days)
  13. hung out in Times Square (OK, so maybe M&M World doesn’t top your must-do list; for our excuse, see #1)

  14. slept in
  15. read the ENTIRE Sunday paper (not the WSJ but still, one of the few left to choose from these days)
  16. had an awesome brunch (personally, eggs bene and a good cup o’ joe would render ANY birthday blog-worthy in my book)
  17. rode the Central Park Carousel (actually ON a horse, not standing next to one)
  18. went to the MoMA
  19. spent 50, uninterrupted hours with my favorite person
  20. got reminded of why he became my favorite person in the first place

The Suprise Birthday Destination

Start spreading the news...

I have long known that I married a fantastic guy but sometimes–during baths that end with more water on the floor than in the tub; after discipline sessions that leave me more disappointed in myself than in the child being disciplined; in the middle of the fourth 3AM waking in a week–I forget just how fantastic he is. This weekend he reminded me.

Since DH has been accruing frequent flier miles, hotel points and myriad other road-warrior medallions for the past 11 months, I assumed it was likely we were flying somewhere for my birthday. I also had happened upon strategically-left-open web pages earlier in the week referencing Montreal events. Naturally, since our premarital life involved frequent pilgrimages to the Festival International de Jazz de Montreal (resulting in two children named after Jazz greats), I thought Montreal was the destination. I thought wrong.

Little did I know how relevant my When Harry Met Sally reference was last week because the fantastic destination for my totally undeserving, non-milestone-birthday celebration was New York City. But it wasn’t just New York City, it was 50 hours over three days divided into 20 surprise parts, any one of which would have made an incredible birthday all on its own.

But for those details, you have to stay tuned for the next post…

%d bloggers like this: