Greetings Dear Readers,
When last I left you, Jude and I were still in New York visiting the in-laws. And guess what? We're still here. It's all become a bit of a blur of insanity and activities. I will try to fill you in on our adventures. I believe yet more bullet points are in order...
- Mommy and I had a fight. Well, not really a fight, but I did raise my voice in a rather unattractive way. I'm not proud. Jude and I were trying to go fishing with our friends Ray and Jenny, and Mommy's OCD/panophobia had reached a new high (or low, I guess). It might rain, the bay might be choppy, we might need a jacket, we might be shipwrecked and lost forever - she was in fine form, it went on for hours, her voice quivering and questioning. Finally, as we were about to leave, she looked at Jude, who was on his way to put on his shoes which were by the door (nobody wears shoes or touches the walls in Mommy's house) and said in a pained, trembling voice "Don't you have shoes?! You can't go on a boat without shoes!" and I just...lost it. "Mommy! Do you really think for one second that I would let my child leave this house and go on a boat without shoes?! Really?" "Well I'm sorry, but I'm his grandmother and I have the right to ask these things!" answered Mommy, "next time I'll just keep my mouth shut and won't say a thing!" "Thank you, that would be very nice!" I retorted nastily, and left in a huff. The fishing, btw, was SUPER fun! Jude caught SIX FISH, though all were too small to keep. And I, dear reader, caught 4 and one was a KEEPER - a 19 inch fluke! I felt very primal/hunter/gathererish. When we got home, I apologized to Mommy and we hugged, and all was forgiven. Then, as a peace offering, I baked my fluke in parchment with a little olive oil, salt, pepper and a bunch of fresh basil and fed it to everybody. It was divine.
- Jude and I took the train into Manhattan for two days. My friend Lannyl's husband works for America's Got Talent, so we got to go see the show. Really fun. Met them just outside 30 Rock, then saw the show at Radio City.
- The next day, Aunt Grace and sister-in-law Niki joined us and we did some touristy stuff. Finally went to the 9-11 Memorial, which I've been talking about doing for years. It was really moving. And probably a good thing for the boy, who learned a thing or two. He kept getting embarrassed because I kept getting teary.
- Then we took the ferry over to Liberty Island. We had hoped to do the Ellis Island thing, but found out that it is still closed for repairs since Hurricane Sandy. Big drag. However, I believe that the whole Battery Park ferry to Liberty Island chaos gave us a taste of the true immigrant experience. Hundreds of people from every country on the earth, all talking in different languages, all pushing and elbowing our way through endless lines and onto a ferry. Only instead of all having trunks and leather suitcases, we all had camera phones.
- The next morning, while Jude and I walked to the Shake Shack, our favorite NYC burger joint, I had an excellent celeb sighting. Laverne Cox, who plays Sophia, everybodys favorite transsexual on Orange is the New Black, walked right past us on Madison Avenue. I got all excited. I'm a dork.
- Another almost NYC celeb sighting. The enormous apartment down the hall from Aunt Grace was just sold, and she's been a little nervous about who her new neighbors might be. Turns out it's Stone Phillips from Dateline NBC! A Google search found THIS ARTICLE, which talks about his purchase. Grace was very excited by his purchase price and we're thinking that having a celebrity next door (albeit one who just lost his job) might up her real estate value nicely. We have not actually seen the man yet, even though Niki and I stalked the hallway for a while.
- On Friday, we headed in to Brooklyn with Ray, Jenny and brother-in-law Tony for an evening at Coney Island. My old friend Greg (who was actually my date for my senior prom!) and his daughter, who live in Brooklyn, joined us for the fun. Jude rode himself silly on all the rides. We had Nathan's hot dogs for dinner. I should probably fess up that I am absolutely so far off my Weight Watchers right now that it is just sad. I will try to do better. I had planned on riding The Cyclone with Jude, but somehow sort of accidentally/on purpose missed it by going to get a beer with Jenny. He rode with Greg and Uncle Tony, and they did have a cool moment that I'm sorry I missed - the moment they reached the top of the first big drop on the Cyclone, the fireworks on the boardwalk started up. Very dramatic!
Okay, this is getting lengthy. I think I'll save the rest for tomorrow.