On my brother-in-law and sister-in-law's wedding web page, they quote Albert Einstein who said something to the effect of..."Spend a minute with your hand on a hot stove, and it seems like an hour. Spend an hour with a pretty girl, and it seems like a minute. That's relativity." A minute with a hand on a hot stove is nothing compared to a minute in a car with two crying or whining children.
Yesterday at about 9 am, the Big Giraffe and I thought it would be fun to go to the Memorial Day picnic that Suzanne and her husband were hosting in Central Park. I'm sure that sounds reasonable. Unless you know that I live in MA and have 2 small kids one of whom gave up his binky less than a week ago. Nonetheless, we embraced the "you only live once" attitude while also promising ourselves that we would tell no one, including our kids, that we were going to NYC until we were in Manhattan just in case there were major meltdowns, bad weather, bad traffic, bad moods etc. and we needed to turn around and go home. After I showered with an uninvited audience of three (OS, YS and the Gandalf the dog), and pondering life's great question (when will I ever get to take a shower in peace?) we got everything ready for our big trip and took off.
The drive went surprisingly well. After 15 hours of driving each way to and from KY, 3 hours to NYC seemed like nothing. Don't get me wrong, if there were a way to beam us all there I would have jumped at it. (No, BG that doesn't mean that I consider watching sci fi cool; I just wish some of it were reality.) We showed up at Central Park eager to surprise everyone. The only problem was that Suzanne had run back to her apartment, and no one else realized that our appearance was a surprise, since since Suzanne was the one who knew who was coming. However, she was surprised when she did get back to the park.
We all had a great time. The boys loved the extra attention. Of course on the way out we just had to get take-out from my latest NYC obsession; the Carnegie Deli. This is particularly funny since during my entire two years in NYC I only ate there once. The obsession started when I was pregnant was YS and was craving a salami sandwich when visiting Suzanne. As a result of this stop, the Big Giraffe and I had a fantastic snack last night and an even better lunch today. What was truly miraculous was that we had leftovers for lunch today!
A. Elliot's Lesson Learned: Long trips give perspective to short trips, although even a short trip with whining may feel like a long trip.Labels: Outings and Playgroups, Travel |
I'd like to point out that when you walked up, someone said "hey, it's Alex Elliot!" and several excited heads turned. Since of course Suzanne wasn't there, we didn't realize what a complete surprise it was.