Empire state of mind.
I’ve decided to accept the Big Apple excursion with Mr. Big. Although I was just there a month ago, and will be making the trip again for Christmas in two weeks to see Yankee-based family members, I simply can’t refuse a reunion in my favorite city, with my favorite man.
When he first proposed the idea, I immediately gave non-negotiables in order for me to agree.
- No flight delays.
- Make it snow.
- Take me on a mini shopping spree.
Clearly that is a joke. Well, sorta.
All 3 of those points were present on our very first Manhattan adventure at the beginning of this millenium. And seeing as though I’m a hot commodity, I figure I’ll put on my business hat and leverage the opportunity to make him walk on water. As of this afternoon, he’s waiting on an SMS back from the Creator for a co-partnership in this force of nature effort.
It’ll be a whirlwind 2-day weekend trip — yet something tells me time will seemingly stop. I don’t know what activities are lined up, as I’ve just been asked to “show up” but suspect we’ll revisit the famous Rockefeller tree. On our original mini vacation, I surprised him by making reservations at the restaurant, Serendipity. The movie [with the same name] was newly released at the time and Mr. Big has a soft spot for John Cusack. Not to mention the film is pretty awesome with a love story twist. The main characters visit the overcrowded but quaint nook, famous for their desserts, and so I thought it would be sweet to experience the onscreen scene together.
As we were walking out of the entrance licking chocolate off our fingertips, snow began to fall. We hustled over to the giant illuminated Norway Spruce nearby, snapped a bunch of pics in front of the rink, then hustled home where we eventually became pummeled by a blizzard for several days. I remember seeing people cross country ski in the streets…streets that are typically scoured by yellow taxis had vanished. To fill our time we hit up a local movie store with countless rentals, built a makeshift bar from the corner liquor store, and had award-winning cuddle time. It was amazing.
Now in our 30s — we have been through 32 seasons of weather together, a few gray hairs sprouted between our two heads, and are cumulatively a tad bit wiser. I don’t expect this trip to be a carbon copy of before, but I do expect it will foster a new set of beautiful memories on an island I can’t seem to get enough of. With just a little less precipitation.
