On Sunday, my sister and I escaped for a quick, but eventful trip to NYC. It was a wonderful escape, and I’m so glad Rebecca was game for some impromptu shenanigans, that Preston was 100% supportive of the adventure, and that my parents were down to stay with a puking Conor…
Let me back up. Saturday, Becca and I took Conor to Marbles Kids Museum. Our fave. About an hour in, C starts complaining that his head hurts. Then his neck. I high tail it to CVS for some ibuprofen thinking he has a headache. He FREAKED OUT on poor Becca.
I gave him some meds and he said, “That won’t help mama….” and proceeded to toss his cookies all over the Marbles store.
He was pretty pitiful the rest of the day. We took him to mom and dad’s because we didn’t want to risk Preston catching whatever it was Conor had.
The doc confirmed it was probably just a virus, and after some rest, C seemed to be feeling better. He threw up again around bedtime, but my rather amazing parents, husband, aunt and uncle and mother in law insisted that they had it covered.
So, we went.
And it was awesome.
The full reason for the trip was to see “Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812.” It was INCREDIBLE. And many of you don’t know me well enough to know that I am a Broadway NERD so for me to say it is second only to “Wicked,” is high praise.
Oh, and it stars Josh Groban. Who I unabashedly love.
And I don’t care what you think. He is wonderful. And he was SO good as Pierre.
We also did a scenic tour of what we later realized were famous spots in romantic comedies…
- Gray’s Papayas (of You’ve Got Mail and Fools Rush In)
- Serendipity (of, well, Serendipity)
- Zabar’s (also of You’ve Got Mail)
And of our favorite NY spots…
- Cafe Habana
- Rice to Riches
- M&Ms store
- ALL the museum stores
We had a fabulous time. Many thanks to Erin for letting us borrow her apartment, my parents for watching Conor, and the C man, for not throwing up anymore after I left.
It is what it is. 