Sunday, October 18, 2009

New York, New York...

It finally happened! Our long-awaited anniversary getaway to Manhattan. Not such a big deal, when you consider that we live fifteen miles away from Times Square, but it may as well be a different world. I'm shocked that we never thought of doing this before, as it keeps us in close proximity to the kids and eases the nagging worry we suffer from whenever we go away without them. Plus we get to play the role of Superior Native to all those tourists who stand in the middle of Broadway and gawk at all the big buildings and bright lights (that's one reason why we love Disney so much; everyone's a tourist). A quick summary of the weekend:


1. My husband and I, being Superior Natives of NYC, are genetically incapable of strolling. The sterotypical city dweller, who has Important Places to go and must get there NOW; well, that's us. Even while walking the 8th Ave street fair, with no time frame or particular place to be, we walked quickly. Next time, we'll do our best to stop and smell the roses.

2. After more than 20 years in law enforcement, my husband has lost none of his cop-senses. As I leaned forward to examine a table full of David Yurman knock-off jewelery (why yes, I did buy a necklace!) my pocketbook gaped open and the lovely lady behind me was verrry interested in what was inside. My quick-thinking man elbowed her aside and pressed himself next to me and my inviting bag. He told me later he briefly thought of allowing her to reach in, then "taking her down" but the thought of all the ensuing bureaucratic drama that accompanies an arrest changed his mind. And yes, I did get scolded for not closing my bag properly.

3. Being a fantasy geek, I thoroughly enjoyed Radio City's screening of The Lord of the Rings (1st movie) accompanied by a full, live orchestra, vocalists and all. Our friends were also suitably impressed, and agreed that Tolkein's saga is the greatest story ever written (it may be that the bottles of wine we had consumed helped that opinion along)

4. After 21 years of marriage, my husband can still make me laugh so hard I am gasping. Can you buy me a scarf, baby?

So happy anniversary, love. I am looking forward to the next 21 years!