I'm writing this on exactly 1.5 hours of sleep since Saturday night, so please excuse me if my you're is a your.
Saturday we got an email message from a friend, do you remember the blogger Eebie? Well, he was flying back to Honduras to his home in New York City. His flight was canceled due to Hurricane Irene and he was going to need a place to stay in Atlanta. Most of the hotels were booked up.
We offered him a place in our home and went to pick him up at Hartsfield Jackson.
Eebie, or let's call him by his real name Martin took us out for dinner at our fabulous local place Okinawa, then we all settled in for the night.
Sunday it became clear that Martin was going to have a hard time getting another flight, bus or ride. He was pretty agitated by this because he really needed to get back to work. I jokingly offered to drive him back.
Today is Monday, I think. Anyway, I drove Martin back to NYC. Sophie came with me. In exchange for the ride, Martin offered to pay our gasoline and gave Sophie and me a place to crash. We left Georgia at 5pm Sunday and arrived at Martin's great apartment in a fabulous neighborhood at 10:00 a.m. Monday.
Today is a blur because I haven't slept since Saturday night, but here's what we did:
Walked to Central Park to see Strawberry Fields.
Walked to Times Square. Gawked like the tourists we are.
Ate street meat and loved it.
Bought a subway card and took the train north to Martins apartment.
Laid around for half an hour and caught our breath then showered.
Went back to explore more of Central Park and then sat and people watched at Strawberry Fields. Loved that.
Ate a giant pretzel for dinner because I could.
Counted 42 people speaking languages other than English. Loved that, too.
We're heading back tomorrow afternoon because Sophie has to get back to school. I think I'll write her an absent note and say that she was on the best damn field trip ever.
Before we leave, we're going to visit the Metropolitan Museum of Art. And having lunch, I hope, with Pissed in NYC!!!
I think we'll arrive back home around 5 a.m. on Wednesday.
I'll wake up on Friday, around noon. Maybe.
I should note that we disappointed Martin by not having the energy to go back out and see Times Square at night, but next time. Next time. Lots of next times.
This is the first time I've been back to New York since the bad thing happened.What did I learn from this? I will never let fear stop me from living.
And now you're all caught up, she said with a satisfied grin.
Right before she toppled over snoring.
P.S. I still love Utz potato chips.