If you've read this blog for years (oh, admit it, you have read it for years, right? Yeah, Riiiiiigggghhhtt), you know that every November some of the girls in my family head to New York City with about 20 of our friends. I describe our group as a well-heeled gang. The 2012 trip was the 14th in a row. And it was a doozy.
We spent the week before wondering if we would even MAKE it to New York. Hurricane Sandy slammed into the East Coast, leaving those unaccustomed to hurricanes in devastation. We from the South understood their pain and anxiety. But we were not to be stopped by some windstorm. There was shopping to do and plays to be seen.
Even up to the last minute, we worried. The day before we departed, New York got hit again-with SNOW. It was still piled up when we arrived-right on time. That's something of an oddity (the arriving on time) with New York's LaGuardia airport.
First stop upon dropping our bags at our favorite hotel, the Kimberly, was the wine shop. Diplomat, to be precise. Terribly convenient at 2 blocks away.
We are ready for the next 24 hours, at least.
This year, the schedule changed a bit. We used to go to a show the first night, but having to get up so early (4am) to make the plane connections had everyone worn out. So this year, we had the cocktail party and dinner on our first night. Everyone seemed to be delighted with the change.
Before hand, we gathered in our room to start festivities rolling. Cousin Suzanne and her daughter Amy joined us, as did our friend from Arkansas, Martha.
Note Julie talking to Suzanne. It will be the last you see of her..........for a while.
At the cocktail party, Colton Peltier joined our merry band. He plays the piano. (Well, that is an understatement if I have ever made one.)
Here he is with the delightful (and energetic) Martha.
Miss Martha heard him play at a master class at the Aspen Music Festival when he was 11( or maybe it was 9---I forget). Since then (he's now 18), she has ensured that he studies with the best teachers, and now he is in his second year at Julliard. He is a delight to be around-poised beyond his years and so willing to jump into all situations and experience the world around him.
He's been compared to a young Van Cliburn. Remember his name. Colton Peltier. You heard it from me first.
Now, back to Julie.
A photo like this is never a good sign.
Neither is a clock reading this in the middle of the night.
What happened, you say???
Well, on the way back from the restaurant (DeGrezia, since you asked), Julie caught the edge of an uneven pavement slab, and fell. On her elbow. Directly on her elbow. The same elbow she had surgery on in MARCH for nerve damage.
She tried to hang with the pain, but it got the best of her, and off we went to Lenox Hill Hospital.
I have to say, that at 4am, it's the place to go for quick emergency room service. We were in and out in 2 hours. X-rays and all.
Diagnosis- broken elbow. (She ended up having surgery the next Friday and is mending nicely- but she really did a number on her elbow. The surgeon said he's only seen 8 or so as bad in his 34 years of practicing medicine. Well, if you are gonna do it, do it right, I always say.)
Julie was a trouper through it all. She even noticed that they had a chair specifically for my brother Ed, in case he should ever be in the neighborhood and need emergency services....
(Have you figured out that Julie has the best sense of humor in the world?)
The rest of the trip is pretty much a blur. My camera was sorely neglected, but I managed to get a few shots....
I was very excited to see the promotions for Bill Joyce's movie "Rise of the Guardians" (I took art lessons with him at Mrs. Slagle's house in my teen years.....I was barely adequate; he was brilliant, even then...)
I visited Mood Fabrics, famously highlighted on Project Runway.
Our plays----we saw Newsies (wonderful, but CruiseGran didn't like the union-sympathetic undertones.... lol), saw Annie the day after it opened, and then saw Once on Sunday at matinee (and I cried....oh, it was wonderful).
Walked past the Rock...
And the Rockette's home.
On Saturday, we ate lunch at DB Bistro Moderne, and it was wonderful.
But that's not unusual.
It's New York.