Surely a month in NYC would cure me, I thought. Ease the constant tug I feel toward the place, where right now I would be looking down on Central Park watching people taking their dogs for an early morning walk in the park.
Not that I mind being here in California, of course. The house finches began their chorus at 5 a.m. this morning, the fog forgot to roll in last night, and thanks to a miraculous recent rain, everything here looks like a park. Not complaining. I just need to figure out a way to be in two places at once.
This trip, all was forgiven from the February visit. The puffer coat was banished to a back closet along with the tangle of winter scarves and gloves. One night, we emerged from Lincoln Center after the ballet and the air was so seductively balmy that we couldn’t resist stopping for a late open-air dinner at P.J. Clarke’s where we chatted until after well after midnight. I thought I caught a glance of approval from Dante, whose statue gazed down at us from his tiny patch of park across the street.
I experienced the city solo for a week while the CE was off braving the river rapids in Montana. Spring was tenderly unfolding everywhere – such a great time to be in Manhattan!
There were so many memorable moments with family and friends. Taylor was off roaming Europe but I spent a lovely Mothers Day with Daniel, Angie and her boys and friend, Nicole.
This was the trip when I finally got to meet Chris’ mom – and his dogs!
My dear friend, Rosanne, stopped for a whirlwind visit on her way to Boston:
After the CE showed up, our friend, Teri, invited us for a “take the old people to work” day:
And the CE spent a happy afternoon in Bronxville:
We celebrated my birthday in the city this year with dinner at Balthazar. Daniel was away riding elephants in Thailand, but Chris was kind enough to stand in for him and Taylor had returned bearing gifts from his travels to Switzerland, Germany and Austria.
Even with our side trip to Gettysburg, we managed to enjoy an abundance of entertainment during our time in the city. Friends Lori, Lauren and Dan joined me for the spectacular An American in Paris, and the CE and I saw The King and I and Skylight – Bill Nighy is my new crush! May and June are ballet season in NYC and I was lucky to see the NYCB’s celebration of Jerome Robbins with Georgina Pazcoguin stealing the show as Anita in a soaring West Side Story tribute.
We also saw the ABT’s productions of Giselle and Sleeping Beauty, which featured a Puss in Boots dancer who looked suspiciously like someone we know. Guess that meant it was time to head home to California…
So home we came, and SoCal is a great place to be, but some days I just wake up in a New York state of mind. On our last evening in the city, we had dinner at Robert above the Museum of Art and Design overlooking Columbus Circle. Great view, great city. I guess a month there wasn’t quite enough; I still get a little homesick for Manhattan…