Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Finding Fall

Lucy-sitting

 baby Charlie and Justin, twins

 Charlie and his mama at bedtime
 
 scenes around the UWS
 
 a contemplative J / swinging in Central Park

 dusk, our favorite time of day
 
 days' end

first sign of the season

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It's 6am when the motor cranks wide open, ear-piercing loud.
The construction on our building's exterior was scheduled to be finished August 1st. Right.
The past few weeks have seemed louder than the rest. Or maybe our tolerance has reached a low point.
Either way, we are choosing to look past scaffolding, past deafening drills to find Fall wherever we can.
 
So far we have found Fall...
 
Pet-sitting the most golden goldendoodle, Lucy, for our friends.
This was our first time walking a dog in our grand city. Let's just say it's not as easy as it looks.
 
Visiting a babyfriend born over the summer.
He found a fast friend and plaid twin in J.
 
Swinging in Central Park.
I wore one of my favorite Fall shirts in honor of the less oppressive temps.
 
And finally...
A cute little pumpkin made it's way into my basket at the store.
 
We are finding Fall.
 

Monday, September 10, 2012

measure your life in love




 


 
I don't have a bucket list or a life list or a 30 by 30 list.
But if I did, this night would have totally been on it.
 
The evening began with Leah and me and margaritas in Greenwich Village.
Off to a good start.
By 7:25pm we were in a cab, rain falling, a light drizzle.
I applied my favorite red lips by the light on my iphone, bouncing this way and that. Priorities.
I had not spent all these years anticipating this very moment to show up with a dull pout.
7:50 and we were out of the cab and running to New World Stages.
A happy, excited run, the end was in sight. We needed our umbrellas at this point.
 
10th row from the front and we were in our seats.
We caught our breath.
I couldn't tell if it was the short run or the simple fact that the show was about to begin that had my heart in paces.
Probably a bit of both, but mostly the latter.
 
The production was perfect. Better than I had imagined or hoped.
The moment I'd waited for came.
The company lined the stage for Seasons of Love.
I have sung this song driving down the road, in my living room, with my pal Lindsay.
Often times, at the top of my lungs much to Justin's chagrin.
I'm not going to lie... I cried. It was absolutely beautiful and moving and electric.
 
We made our mark on the Create wall in the foyer.
Appropriate since that show made a mark on me.
Our nightcap was a slice of cheesecake from Juniors with remarks like,
You know we live here.
We actually live here.
 
We were walking back to the subway high on every emotion from our drizzly night.
What if we see someone famous?! Leah jokingly asked,
as we passed droves of people waiting outside theatres for that one glimpse of so-and-so.
We were almost to our station when we saw him.
And heaven help us, we couldn't contain our laughter.
Admist young and old alike, iPhones flashed and cameras snapped.
 
 
Snoop Dogg.
We measured our night and laughed all the way home.
 
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In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights
In cups of coffee.
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
 
In five-hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure
a year in the life?
 
Measure your life in love.
 
 

Monday, September 3, 2012

celebrating a big day






Leah had always wanted to go to Upright Citizens.
Her big day, a pretty significant birthday, arrived.
We'd narrowed our dinner options to Mexican. The final decision was upscale or hole-in-the-wall.
We went upscale and it was a delicious decision.
Some of the best quesadillas and margaritas you ever did taste.
We talked best birthday memories and most lame gifts... Justin is a master question asker.
She thought the evening was over and thanked us for her celebration.
But we had other plans.
A short cab ride later, we arrived for an hour of hilarious comedy.
Leah's jaw dropped when she heard Justin tell the cabbie where we were going.
I won't ever forget the look on her face... pure shock and awe.
I love a good celebration.
It doesn't have to be a grand affair to say, You are valued and worthwhile and celebrated.
I think the point is just to say it.
To make sure the people in your life know that you are made better by them, and that without them, life would be a little less full.
Lucky for Leah, her cake had three candles.

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You know you're getting old when you get that one candle on the cake.
It's like, 'See if you can blow this out.'
Jerry Seinfeld