I took off for New York at peace with the idea I was going to leave my best friend at home. The one I spend 70% of my days hanging out with. The friend who gently, but firmly, corrects my spelling and delivers my email. The friend who not only listens to my every imaginative outburst but also records each word (brilliant or not…usually, not) for posterity. I’m talking, of course, about my BFF, MacBook Pro—or Mac, as I call him. (We log a lot of hours together.)
New York, however, was reserved for my other BFF. The friend I don’t spend nearly enough time with—nor, is he always so worried about being grammatically correct—and truthfully, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t always listen to me. (He definitely doesn’t remember everything I tell him.)
I’m talking, of course, about T-Metz, my husband. New York not only gave me a chance to check off one of my bucket list items, attendance at the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, more importantly, it was a great city in which to celebrate our 25th wedding anniversary.
So, Mac, you were not invited. (Although your buddy iPad came along.)
Needless to say, after an amazing week, which included a trip to the Guggenheim to see the Picasso exhibit, High Tea at the Russian Tea Room, three Broadway plays (one starring Tom Cruise’s ex-wife, one with Pirates & one with men in platform shoes and spandex) and one Off-Broadway play, not to mention the Parade and all those magnificent giant balloons, I was ready to get home, off my feet, and back to my Mac.
What I wasn’t ready for was the flu.
Now, more than a week after returning home, Mac and I are finally back together. I had planned to write a post about my New York/Macy’s Parade adventure last week, but today will have to do. Enjoy the pictures. I’ll be hanging out with Mac.
Sigh…I have so much to tell him.