When we flew to New York on Sunday, I felt a little uneasy. While I highly encourage any mom who has an oppurtunity to travel to take it (go! get away! girls weekend, work conference, whatever, go! find yourself!), the amount of time I've been away from the kids lately has been excessive. Even prepping for it - it's not like this movie snuck up on us - it has left me a little unsteady. The kids themselves seem great - their teachers and grandmothers caring for them give positive marks all around, so I remind myself that sometimes we makes these emotions about US and not about the kids themselves.
Still, when we landed in New York I wasn't in the most celebratory mood. We had a few hours to kill and I really just wanted to curl up in the hotel bed and eat gummy bears from the mini-bar. But The Gorilla was insistent that we get out a bit and so we did. We took a cab somewhere we could have walked (we always seem to mess this up) but got ourselves back to the hotel in time to freshen up before dinner.
I didn't want it to be a late night. I thought we should get some good rest, there's so much going on this week and I don't want to miss a thing. I said that around 8pm. By 1am, after a long dinner underground with friends and wine and squid ink pasta, and a last minute decision to belly laugh at some comedy, my resolve for rest these next few days was gone entirely.
On Monday morning we ordered room service before The Gorilla had a few phone interviews. Normally I splurge on waffles or something fancy I would never have at home, but this time I ordered frosted flakes. I'm probably the most glamorous person you know.
While The Gorilla worked, I wandered around SoHo, an area I'm comfortable with. I've been to New York maybe a dozen times and I can still be intimidated by the busy streets and purposeful people. When all obligations were met, The Gorilla and I took off walking down Broadway. As we walked we talked about our future. Where we might want to live someday, how we want the next section of our life to play out. We don't talk like this often. Most days I feel like we're in the trenches of parent night and music class and Did You Call the Pool Guy? To stroll on a sunny city day and dream big was freedom.
The New York movie premiere had a little bit of press, but was mostly a fun screening. For the first time in weeks, we actually sat through the movie to see how it played, and my eyes got a little misty in the credits. As long of a road as this particular year has been, it's still sad to see it come to a close. That's the strange thing abotu movies, or art in general I suppose. For the artist, it's about the process. It's over for them when it's released into the world.
Two of my dear friends made it out for the evening. (Coincidentally, I've written about them both. To Nora, when she moved from LA to New York, and my oldest friend Andy, instructions when he moved from Oklahoma to the city.) It was great to see those familiar faces, and to catch up at the party in a wooden booth on the lower east side.
We closed down the bar, the first time I can remember doing that in years. We got back to the hotel happy and exhausted, taking selfies in the hallway mirror and recapping the evenings highlights. We're back to LA today, as friends and family have already started arriving for LA festivities. Next itme I'll remember to bring a better camera.