Monday (this week) isn’t your typical wake up and hit snooze, I had a plane to catch. But before I left there were two things I had to do. One, walk back to Navy, the 51 seat restaurant tucked away on tree lined Sullivan St. where just hours before I washed down my uni toast with a Black Velvet (champs and Guinness.) I inadvertently left my friends makeup bag in their powder room, so after our sad goodbyes I headed to SoHo. I felt right at home walking down the chilly shaded streets, looking for a slice for a sliver of good light to burn the remaining film I had loaded. I managed to take only one Instax Wide shot the entire trip. Normally I love this camera but I had so many cameras with me, there just room for the ‘bulky’ one.
Navy NYC in SoHo
…and here’s my iPhone version, amazing what a few filters can do eh?
I made it to Laduree Soho to pick up fresh macarons. This is one of the first and last things I tasted in NYC. (favs: salted caramel, peru chocolate, pistachio)
The beautiful Freedom Tower. Don’t even get e started on how gut wrenching beautiful this is to see in person.
My souvenirs; Smorgasburg Brooklyn tote and my “camera” Marimekko bag. Time to head to the airport.
Stopped at a light, one last look at Karl and Anna. I’m going to miss this.
It’s a beautiful day to fly. I text a few pics of planes to Super B. and take some footage of our take off. He’s gonna love how we outrun this 747 landing.
I settle in and wonder if I will be able to sleep on the way home. I distinctly remember posting to Debra and Meghan that there will be plenty of time to sleep on the way home. I channel surf (one of the reasons I like JetBlue) and I think my seat mate jumped when I yelled WHHHHHAAAAAAT !?!?!
LOOK WHAT WAS ON!
I almost effing died, pardon my French but it’s TONY effing MANERO! Was I not just saying in my NYC post that I couldn’t escape the feeling that I was walking around on set of Saturday Night Fever! This movie means a lot to me, well more the music, the movie mattered more when I was old enough to watch it, I think I was 9 when it came out. My dad came home from a business trip in Atlanta with the soundtrack in his hand, DOUBLE LP…. woop woop! I must have burned through a handful of needles listening to that one. You wouldn’t have found anyone happier to be crammed into her seat at 36,000 feet watching Classic VH1 television.
The next morning was like I never left. Everything there waiting for me like clockwork. I teased new IG followers that it was time to join our regularly scheduled program aka cat photos and sinks full of dishes. Shockingly no one unfollowed.
We had severe winds this week bringing down trees and showering my yard with pine needles.