Waitin' for the big blowout on the Hudson...
I was going to blog today simply about my weekend in New York for the 4th… but this morning…. I saw it…a promo on our air, about my recent bout with Lyme Disease, which airs tomorrow night. Knowing the story was airing pretty soon, I hadn’t written about it here. But now that the promo is gonna be seen…maybe a lot…I just want to tell readers I am OK! I was happy to do the story, because I thought it would help other people, but the thing I dreaded about it was the immediate large number of friends and neighbors and co-workers, who I never told about it(I mean what do you say? Oh, I have Lyme Disease, by the way) who will now say, “How are you? I had no idea!”
Funny sign and pig nose in a costume shop..
And what is it about New York and Lyme Disease?? That’s where I was…in NYC for my son’s wedding… when I discovered the odd looking rash…the very morning of the wedding, so I really didn’t have any time to cogitate it at all. But I did know I needed to see a doctor as soon as I got home. And I did. My dermatologist, Dr. Eva Simmons-Obrien took one look at it and said, “Lyme Disease.” And it was right after I got home from this weekend’s trip to NYC that I saw the promo, which kind of brought it all back. Film at 11, as they say.
It was lovely in the Big Apple this weekend, just like it was here in Baltie….cool at night, warm breezy days. The fireworks over the Hudson were spectacular, though we were about 10 blocks south of where the six barges on the Hudson River actually began. I could see three of the six…and when I saw the video the next day on tv from television’s always privileged advantage point…they looked even more fabulous. But it was nice being at the waterfront with thousands of other people who just wanted to see it for themselves. Everyone was in a good mood, and friendly…lots of families, romantic couples, all ages and descriptions…New York.
Chocolate milkshake at Sweetiepie!
And the city was quiet, except for that night. Lots of residents beat feet out of town I suppose, leaving the tranquil streets for the rest of us to enjoy. I engaged in a lot of walking around….my favorite thing there…each trip I go I learn that huge beast of a city a little bit better. Going to New York used to be something I rather dreaded, because…I just didn’t know where to start. Know what I mean? You know everything you can imagine is there, but you’re not sure where it is or how to get there. I’m much better now. And we had some great grub…though a lunch at the much talked about Sweetiepie Restaurant in Greenwich Village, was kind of a disaster(though the food was pretty good). And I knew it was gonna be rough the moment we stepped throught the door. Filled with screaming small children and mommies…it was a cruel thing to do to the hubby…and he got a nosebleed(how perfect is that?) right at the end of lunch. Blood pouring…so he leaves my daughter and I to pay up…only we cannot for the life of us get the check. So I head to the marble ice cream counter where a beleaguered waiter is making(and spilling) two Bloody Marys for some parents that needed something to soothe their jagged nerves. A woman marches up to the counter and demands those drinks…”We’ve been waiting for those Bloody Marys for a half hour. That’s ridiculous!!” Yeah, I hear you lady, but I want my check first…I need to blow this joint and fast. Eating was uphill from there….El Charro in the village for a fabulous paella and sangria….The Spotted Pig for some, well… pig …the next night, and we actually got a table within 30 minutes!
We Megabused up and back…traffic made it a little longer on the return, but hey, it’s all good.
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