Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Squirrel Sisters And Silver Linings: I Had A Perfect Weekend

Some weekends are nice.  Some are productive or busy or fun or good.  But then once in a blue moon you find yourself in the middle of a tip to tail, truly brilliant weekend.  Where plans workout, and you laugh so hard and so frequently that you forget all the everyday stresses, but you fit in the deep conversation too, as well as the warm fuzzies.  And on top of all of that, you eat your way through the most fabulous city.

I had a perfect weekend.  

Friday was sunshiny and lovely up here in the North Pole, making the quick drive in the afternoon to the train station the start of my happy little weekend.  I hopped on a train down to NYC and soaked up all the pretty views of the Hudson River along the way.  Rivers and barns and nature and sunshine and old homes and abandoned ice houses and bridges, oh my.  My little nerdy heart was calm and smiling.  

I managed to meet Hamilton in Penn Station without issue, which is a crying miracle given the total chaotic scene that it was on Friday night.  Big hugs and smiles were had, with a side of my screeching high pitched excited voice for good measure.  And off we went to meet the lovely Eliza.

A few equally chaotic subway rides and an easy walk later, I found myself in the far calmer UES in a lovely building with terrazzo floors and archways that reminded me of my childhood home in the best possible ways.  Every train and subway car I rode on that day was blasted hot so I was equal parts excited to take off my coat and duck boots, and to meet the lovely Eliza.  I feel like I was the most disheveled representation of myself for a meeting that was so long in the making.  But thankfully, no one seemed to notice.

Hamilton and I are sorority sisters who haven't seen each other since shortly after college, but we now talk daily.  It's been the most fun to build a new friendship on an old foundation!  But Eliza, Hamilton's wife, and I had never before met.  I felt like I knew her because Hamilton talks about her so frequently.  And Hamilton's stories are always glowing, so I knew I would love her wife.  But there's still just nothing like putting a real human with all the stories.  

I didn't just like Eliza though, I loved her.  She's smart, funny, beautiful, and kind beyond measure.  Hamilton and Eliza are two lucky little lobsters to have found each other!  

Sushi and Old Hattans {Hamilton's hybrid of an Old Fashioned and a Manhattan that was flipping delicious} and laughter filled up the Friday night agenda.  While all the crazies were out on the town guzzling gross green beer for St. Patrick's Day, we were snug as bugs inside catching up.  It was delightful!

Saturday morning included two breakfasts.  Because our breakfast breakfast was scheduled for later in the morning, we had a pre-breakfast breakfast of pain au chocolat and coffee.  I mean, literally nothing bad can possibly happen on a day when you have two breakfasts.  The best meal of the day...twice.  The second breakfast was equally delicious and this time included a new, sweet friend and her little dog too!

And then we were off to wander about for a bit.  

Hamilton is so nicknamed on this blog because we are both huge fans of the musical and every geeky thing that goes along with it.  I'm zero percent embarrassed to tell you we have had countless conversations that start with "did you see this article" or "go read Lin's tweet" or "I just heard that..." So in true Hamilton awesomeness, she took me all over on a mini Alexander Hamilton NYC tour.  We saw their graves, which was extra beautiful given my love of old cemeteries.  But it makes this portion of the story telling odd given that I have nicknamed my friend and her wife Hamilton and Eliza.  Someone did not think this thing through...  Typical.

We also went to see Fearless Girl.  Y'all...she's amazing.  Next time you are in NYC, pop over to get a dose of inspiration!  As we were standing there with a misting rain coming down and 100 tourists making a good photo nearly impossible, Hamilton whispers, "What a little badass!"  I couldn't have said it better myself. {Photo courtesy of Hamilton who was more patient than I was to wait for a good shot!}

Next we made our way to Fraunces Tavern, where George Washington gave his farewell address to the Continental Army.  It a beautiful bar, restaurant, and museum with lots of small rooms that give it a very intimate and cozy feel.  We sat in deep, old leather chairs by a fire and sipped bourbon and never stopped talking.  It was perfection.  

I had a moment when I was talking to Eliza and Hamilton and thought to myself, I am having the best time.  It was similar to an exhale, where you just let it all go, feel comfortable and peaceful.  I felt like I could be myself all weekend and I'm welling up realizing how powerful that is.  

{Truth bubble, not everything was perfection.  The company and tour were amazing, but by this point in the day I was annoyed with my jean situation.  Like ever woman, I have the full denim tour on the top shelf of my closet.  Big jeans and little jeans, fat day jeans and skinny day jeans, wide leg jeans and boot leg jeans and skinny leg jeans and jeggings and ripped boyfriend jeans and all the jeans.  I'm between sizes {and have been for years}.  So when I went to put on my jeans while packing and realized the skinny day skinny jeans were not happening, I picked my fat day skinny jeans.  However, I didn't factor in that they grow.  So by mid day on Saturday, I felt like I looked a ridiculous hot mess again with jeans that were wonky and baggy, even though they were meant to be skinny.  I have no idea if Hamilton and Eliza noticed.  And it in no way changed my awesome day.  But I'd be lying if I didn't admit I was irritated with myself for not thinking through the denim decision before leaving home.}

Fraunces Tavern was great, but between the warm fire, comfy chairs, and Enya music playing, we either needed to settle in for a long winter's nap or head to our next stop.  So off we went to Sel Rrose for the most delicious meal.  We indulged on an insane amount of oysters, truffle fries and bubbly, which is the most brilliant combination of pure gluttony.  And this is where my very favorite weekend moment happened.  Hamilton just smiled and said "I'm so happy."  Eliza and I giggled because it was out of the blue and truly just the most sincere moment.  But I felt the same.  Some moments are just so good that you need to be mushy and tell your people that this is a special day and you're glad to be a part of it.  I felt so humbled right then because it was the kindest thing to hear someone say that a day spent with you and their wife made them happy.  How in the world did I get so lucky to be in that little, perfect, glittery spec of time?!

After more food than any of us needed {and the moans of being too full later}, we headed to see Come From Away on Broadway.  Because this post is novel length already, I'm going to give this spectacular show a proper review tomorrow.  I declared several weeks ago after reading exactly one NPR article and listening to the soundtrack that Come From Away was the next big hit.  Actually, I called it the next Hamilton. I was nervous and regretted such a lofty declaration because that's a pretty big statement for a show that at the time hadn't even opened on Broadway yet. It turns out though that Come From Away is even better than I imagined. Put it on your must see list, my friends! 

My only real request for my visit wasn't anything over the top.  It was simply to have a really good bagel, my true carb love.  So Sunday morning, my carby dreams came true, topped with cream cheese and lox.  I can't remember a time in my life that I didn't love bagels with cream cheese and lox on them.  Pure comfort food!  

Morning bagels and chatter left us just enough time for a leisurely walk in the sunshine through Central Park.  Which was bright and cheerful and brimming with life on a Sunday morning.  

It's funny how life works.  A year ago, I hoped a lot of things would look very differently than they do today.  But the world keeps spinning, regardless of whether we're having a good season or bad season.  So we do our best to relish the highs, and find the silver lining in the lows.  

Squirrel sisters and silver linings...these are a few of my favorite things!  


1 comment:

MaggieMcCurdy said...

So glad you had such an awesome weekend! It sounds like it was a blast and now I have a new musical on my list to see next time I'm in NYC!


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