When she first broached the subject of going this Fall, I agreed my tribe would go if she made all arrangements. Truth be told, I didn't think she would do it. True to her word, with a little help from my sister, she arranged all the details. Every last one! Now we were obligated to go.
We decided we would rent a van, drive to Croton-Harmon and take the train into Grand Central Station. Perfect. Well, not so much. Friday I came home to this in my driveway.
|Not what I had in mind!|
Emma and I were horrified. Aaron and Wyatt delighted. Needless to say, the creepy white beast went back to the lying car rental shop, and we came home in a smokey, white Ford Explorer. Not exactly the 7 passenger van we were promised; but, with windows down, charcoal air freshers working their magic, we were NYC bound!
The ride was a blast. With all kids and husband alike, plugged into their respective electronics, my sister, mom and I were able to catch up. So far so good. Walking from Grand Central to the hotel, I snapped a photo to capture the moment and that was the last I saw of my cell phone.
Upon hotel check-in I realized my phone was missing. Assuming the worst, that it was stolen of course, I quickly took action and deactivated my cellular services. I was without technology which felt like I was missing my right arm! I refused to let this minor but costly annoyance steal my joy.
On we went. It was the perfect sunny, warm Fall day to enjoy the rocks at Central Park and the unencumbered incredible view from One World Trade Center. We raced from the Freedom Tower at a snails pace in a famous yellow cab to the hotel to quickly meet the rest of our group. The main event was just moments away. As we walked through the hotel doors headed to Radio City, well let's just say, one of us literally headed the glass door and split her eyebrow wide open!
|Radio City in all her glory!|
Here's the kicker: 10 years ago to the week, my mom was carrying on with tradition with my oldest 2 nieces and my 2 sisters watching the Radio City Christmas Spectacular, while I was home birthing her 3rd grand daughter! Legend has it, no one really enjoyed the performance, as mom was very bitter she was in NYC watching a show, while I was home laboring!
Well...fast forward 10 years to the week, mom sitting at Radio City with 2/3 daughters, 3/5 grand-kids, completing the tradition. Head injury and all!