Wednesday, August 21, 2013

in the park

Wait, where was I?

Ah, yes. Central Park!
On this most recent trip east, I had the distinct and unusual pleasure of spending two separate nights and days in the C of NY.

The first night was our customary arrival soiree, after landing at no one's favorite airport we cab it to the upper west side and hit High Life for 2-for-1 sushi night, then we walk the kids back to MB's welcoming apartment, then we lock the kids in to said apartment and go back out for a nightcap.

The next day is always our tourist day, last year we tooled around Chinatown, the year before that we cruised to teh top of the Empire State Building. This year we considered a few options before deciding on the High Line.

And this year we did not have to life a finger or wake a single brain cell to navigate our way to the destination, because we had a magnificent tour guide!

MB herself!
We took the subway downtown then meandered along the lovely elevated path, surrounded by greens and flowers and people and art.

I recommend you traverse this path next time you are in the city. It's cool, man.

Afterwards, we popped into a greek geek festival before sitting down for a lovely lunch on a sunny patio in the village where we did not have to Heimlich anyone, then we had our southern hemispheres broadcast on a Times Square jumbo screen. But really, those are stories for another day because this story is about Central Park. Remember?

Skipping forward like this in my story is in no way intended to downplay the glory that was our time in Connecticut. Because there was glory, my friends. Glorious glory.

And on the last night of that glory, I once again joined my biggest sister MB for a night out in the city, but this time we had no children locked up inside her apartment.  We had a great night, then retired to our respective bedchambers for the sleepink.

The next morning, MB had to take her poor self in to work, but I did not. When I had talked to mom about  being at Mar's on that last night then cabbing from her place to JFK, she said: "But you'll be alone in New York all morning!"   Mmmmmm hmmmmmmm. Can you imagine?

And that, my dear friends, is why I wanted to talk about Central Park. Because I had the chance to meander my way through those green streets for hours, all by myself, on an impossibly perfect day in New York.  

Ah, yes. Central Park!


Me, You, or Ellie said...

Ah, Central Park. Love to meander through those paths. I haven't been there in ages but those photos make me eager and rarin' to do just that.

How delightful for you, sistah! Next time, though, take a selfie.


MB said...

Love this so much, Jacq! I miss you. xo

Me, You, or Ellie said...

It's been WAY to long since I've been in Central Park, and I've never, ever spent any realy time there. I envy yours. How lovely.

Well, excpept maybe for that electic green water?!


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