Matthew was out of town quite a bit the past couple of weeks, training for his new position at CIGNA. He was in Bloomfield, Connecticut. Which is right outside of Hartford. Which is about a two-hour drive to Manhattan.
One of our favorite places.
My best friend, Joyce, and her husband Shibu, and their precious nine-month-old son Zachary live right in the heart of the city.
We've visited them twice, and even went to NYC once before they lived there.
So we've been three times. Each time was absolutely fabulous.
The first time we went, it was about two-and-a-half months after 9-11. Matthew had secretly been planning a big NYC trip (I had never been) for our one-year anniversary in November 2001. On September 11, after tragedy struck, he told me about the trip. We were both somber as we realized we weren't sure at that point if we'd even be able to go.
But we did, and we had a great time. We went to the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, and had a BALL.
The second time we went was early December 2002. I'm not quite sure why we went except that we just wanted to. You know, before kids, you can do stuff like that. By now, Joyce and Shibu were married and lived in the city, so we stayed with them. It snowed like CRAZY while we were there, and it was AMAZING. It was the most snow they'd gotten in like two years. Beautiful, beautiful. December 4, 2002 will always be referred to as the "Best Day Ever" (or "B.D.E.") by Matthew and me. We woke up to snow covering the city. Manhattan was already decked out for Christmas. We window shopped and walked around the city all day. It. Was. Magical.
The third time was April 2005. It was my spring break (I was a teacher), and we drove this time. We spent four days in NYC and three in D.C. This is referred to as the "B.T.E." (Or "Best Trip Ever) It was so much fun. To quote Rachel Zoe, it was bananas.
But we haven't been back. Not since April 2005. Not since kids.
I'm just not ready.
Not ready for it to change.
Not ready for it to be a lot of work.
You know, kind of like how it is at the beach with kids.
It's just different now.
And I'm still holding onto the NYC that I know and love.
Anyway, Matthew had an extra day, so he and his rental car made the drive into the city. I was uber-jealous. But I let him take the camera. (Even though I felt naked all week without it!!)
Here are some of the pictures he took:
NYC from the plane
A great street shot
A landmark: The Naked Cowboy. I can't believe he's still there. If you have never seen him, get thee to Times Square. Yes, he's wearing undies. Tighty-whities. Two pairs, actually. (I saw a special on him once.) Matthew got a better picture, but it's quite...umm...form-fitting...so I decided not to post it. LOL
Matthew met Shibu for lunch, and he snapped some pictures of Matthew. Here is one of them.
See the Statue of Liberty? Yeah, that's a person dressed up. Weird. Matthew said he would move and stuff. Yikes.
Oh, Central Park, how I love thee.
Matthew said he had fun. But then he said, "You know, it just wasn't the same without you." Awww...thanks, Babe.
Now this is more like it: