Our long-awaited trip to New York was last week. My cousin got married on Long Island on Saturday, then Mark and I spent a few days in Manhattan on our own--a mini tenth-anniversary second honeymoon, six months late. We had a great time, mostly staying on the Upper West Side, but we also went on the Circle Line, since neither of us had been. (Definitely worth it, even if you live there!) The trip included my first trip to the Met (I KNOW--but when operas get out after ten, it's fairly inconvenient to go if you're coming in from the suburbs, as I always had), and we did it in style with Tannhaeuser. Mark has been humming the hymn theme all week, but this morning I woke up with this in my head:
That lead singer wants sooo bad to be Robert Plant, you can just tell.
Lovely trip, though, despite a bit of a false alarm with my tummy stuff. (Stay tuned--we may have found something that works!) We got home yesterday, after too-brief visits with family and friends, and now I am faced with towers of laundry. Also, I need to get Rosina's Halloween costume done now, since I should be receiving the yarn for a quick-turnaround pattern sample on Monday.
