I was little when I knew I wanted to go New York City at Christmas to see the Rockefeller tree.
Justin and I moved to Manhattan the day before they took the tree down last January.
We did see it and my childhood dream was greatly fulfilled,
but I still wanted to see it lit up for the very first time this season.
So we got to 30Rock really early.
I was giddy as we waited...
and waited some more.
So giddy, in fact, I had crazy eyes in this pic of J and me.
I'll just say visions of Christmas trees danced in my head. That sounds right.
Trying to redeem the crazy.
Oh, hey there, Neil. I think we just saw each other last week, remember? Glad you could make it.
And tada! All lit up and so very beautiful.
30,000 lights on a 75 foot Norway Spruce... similar to what you guys get every year, no?
My man deserves something way awesome for toughing out the wait amongst all the Justin Bieber twerps.
And me? I'm still kinda awestruck over the tree coming to life right in front of me.
My nine-year-old self would forgive the giddy crazyeyes. Maybe you will, too.