Ah, Sunday. That was a lovely, busy day. Ari and I had a quick breakfast in the apartment and walked down to the Rockefeller Center, where Ari's Mecca resides - the Nintendo World Store. We had agreed to meet there with some of the most special, wonderful people in the world - members of my March96 mailing list. I have mentioned them before on this blog, but I still cry when I read this piece I put together for a Squidoo Thanksgiving magazine. If you don't have time to read that article, suffice it to know that I have been a member of this mailing list since July 1995, when I was pregnant with my oldest, now 16. We have been through many trials and tribulations, and we try to get together as much as possible. If the Nintendo World Store was the highlight for Ari, seeing my March friends was the highlight for me. They are like sisters and brothers to me, and whenever we meet in person, we just pick up the thread as if our last meeting had been just the day before. Indeed, virtually, it probably was!
Our group included another March sibling (14 years
old) and a March kid (16 years old). Enjoying the pleasure of having big kids,
we dumped them all at the store and went off to enjoy our coffee and chat. This
picture is actually of Ari playing Mario Kart with a random stranger he picked
up in the store, but he soon connected with the other boys and we felt quite
confident leaving them.
We eventually had to drag them out for lunch, under
the solemn promise of returning later. Of course Ari had to pay a visit to the
statue of Prometheus. Note the gamer shirt. He kept it clean specifically for
this day. This, my friends, is what a gamer looks like. We were
able to satisfy some of his desire to buy the whole store and also got some
nice gifts for his siblings. Saying good-bye to my friends was hard, but I know
we will find a way to meet again sooner rather than later, despite the
difficulties of modern travel. The day was completed with a lovely dinner with some old friends whom I had not seen in thirty years.
This morning we had some difficulty getting up, but
we did drag ourselves down to the Empire State Building. Ari learned something
about the myriad people who addressed us on the street, assuring us that we
would be waiting for HOURS unless we bought a premium ticket from them.
Amazingly, there was a very short line for tickets (and the kind person behind
the glass gave Ari a child's ticket even though he admitted to being thirteen),
a very reasonable lineup for the elevators and a respectable but not excessive
crowd up on the 86th floor. We had fun identifying all the places we had seen
from the cruise (we saw The Beast on its way back from the Statue of Liberty,
and waved at our old friend down there). Central Park
looked amazingly close from up there, but I think we are going to have to leave
it for next time.
On our way back north the other side of Broadway was the shady side of the street, so we found ourselves paying a visit to a distinguished lady I remember from my childhood. I don't, however, remember her wearing such decorations on her head.
Tomorrow we will be travelling a good part of the day, so I imagine you won't hear from me for a day or two after. Thanks for following our adventures in the Big Apple!