Urban Drool

Well.

Just got back from 3 days in NYC.

Wow.

I have not slept since Saturday night (we decided that the best way to drive home from NYC to Cleveland involved a little side trip through Delaware. True Story. I’m sure it will seem all “haha” in a few years time, but right now? Not so much) Hence, wee snippets are all I can muster. But muster them I must, for the sake of posterity.

-slept at great friends apartment in Astoria where there is a strippers pole in the kitchen. And their two cats who cat-er-waul all freaking night long

-navigating cumbersome stroller through the subway nooks n’crannies until great friend tactfully pointed out the “service entrance”

-almost got to meet MetroDad. That’s OK, MD, we’ll catch ya in a few months when we come back

-Had drinks with Kathleen Turner at a fancy-pants bar in the AOL Time Warner Building. She thought my baby was adorable (of course)

-p.s… even older, wrinkled, sans makeup and slightly chubby, Kathleen Turner is still smokin’ hot. It’s the voice. “She’s not bad, she’s just drawn that way”

-Gross Thai food at a supposedly great Thai place in Queens. Not so much with the great. More like “barely able to not vomit it back up”

-Ran into my boss’ son and his dog while strolling through Central Park. Which: odd. And: random.

-FAO Schwartz and nutcracker soldiers and princesses and Curious George and my baby smiling and squeeing and the Boy and I are the world’s BEST parents

-The best hot chocolate I have ever drunk…thank you Bottega del Vino

-The Boy spoiled me and I got me a new fall/winter wool pea coat (!), purty necklace and pair o’ sunglasses

-Rosa Mexicana. At-table-side made guacamole. Crabmeat empanadas. Pomegranate margaritas. Chocolate soufflé. Oh my freaking God.

-Lion King. Sobbed through the entire opening number. Oh my freaking God x 2.

-Stumbling with da Boy through the dark streets of Manhattan, subways and breakdancers, slightly buzzed and speaking of lovely things, getting back to our Pickle.

-da Pickle. Who totally dug New York.

-Battery Park and a view of the Statute from the S.I. Ferry and a random Greek container ship that caused much excitement in my fellow travelers (for reasons I still don’t totally comprehend, but that’s OK)

-12 hours to get back home. Did I mention the New York to Cleveland via a brief tour of Delaware route? No? I didn’t?