Well it’s 6:30AM, which these days is the best time for me to blog. Toots lays in our bed, after having a nightmare, Booger is sleeping off her temper tantrum, and The Rock is showering downstairs (and he’d better bring the razor up this time.)
My phone rang a few short minutes ago, and it was my best friend from Chicago, checking on some last-minute details for our 40th b-day trip to New York. I live not five miles from the airport, so I’m hearing planes take off overhead, and I know I’ll be on one in less than two weeks. Which, if you’ve been reading, you know is freaking my head.
So I’m going to employ the distraction method.
Right? I’ve never ever been. I fancy myself a city girl after living in downtown Chicago for awhile, but I’m sure I have no idea about New York. Still, I love action, you know? Stuff happening! Dry cleaners around the corner from your brownstone! Good pizza at all hours! Cars honking, taxis skidding, people thrumming. THAT kind of stuff.
Of course I have no idea what to wear. That kind of thing is important to me. (I know.) I like to plan outfits. As a pre-pubescent, I’d get the Seventeen Back-to-School issue in August and dream about my fall wardrobe (which of course Fashion Bug never carried), and moon over its pages for days. I never quite got the hang of putting clothes together, so usually there’s something off: I wear the wrong shoe, too many bracelets, not enough badaboom! You know.
I’ll be seeing Wicked, and traipsing around a lot, and eating dinner, and probably late-night pizza, and seeing museums, and walking across the Brooklyn Bridge, and gawking too much. Will I need a coat? Does everyone really wear all-black?
One friend told me to go minimalist, then throw on a distinctive piece — like a cool necklace or kicky coat. So, I guess maybe I could do that? But first, cool and kicky? Does not compute.
Has anyone seen Wicked? I loved the book, although I expect it’s not completely similar. Still, a New York City show! That’s gotta be worth something.
My brother lives in Brooklyn Heights, so he and his girlfriend, Jill, will take us places. I think. I should probably check with him. (Does he even know when I’m coming?) (Eh, he’ll read this.) (Marky: I get in on a Wednesday.)
My college friend, Lis, will meet me in the city Thursday night, and we’ll stay right by the Brooklyn Bridge, so I’m thinking that will be cool and urban.
Wow. I’ve been San Diegoized. I can totally hear it in my voice.
In other news, what’s rapidly becoming clear here is that I shouldn’t blog at 6:30AM.
Or any time in the morning.
I’m really more of an early afternoon person.
New York, here I come!
Batten down your hatches. My necklace is gonna be kicky!