I was more than ready to hop on a plan to the big apple, especially after having my car towed and being stranded on the side of the road for an hour and a half with 5 bags, camera equipment and about 15 minutes to pick up my kids from school.
The boob sweat was the least of my problems.
Something about New York makes me take a deep breath and smile. Ironic in a city full of chaos.
Day 1 started at The View. Not that I’m trying to pick favorites (but I love me some Jenny McCarthy first thing in the morning). The best part was watching my mom laugh and dance the entire way through. My mom, the native New Yorker, was in her element – except that while she was an expert (back when) at walking the streets in heels – this is no longer her forte.
I then dribbled over myself as I saw news anchor after news anchor that I pretty much idolize walking past me every second as I headed down the street to ABC news.
My mom can’t name celebrities to save her life, “Oh that’s what’s her name!” But, see the cast of Nightline and she can blurt them out without flaw. Impressive, mom. Really. Especially if you know my mom.
New York for me most always goes off without a hitch. Except for this time when I missed my flight coming home. Is this the Universe telling me something? Or can you really not get there 20 min before departure? Blimey!
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