Monday, September 26, 2011

Drop Me Off in Harlem

As I was trying to think of a title for this blog post, it really hit me just how many songs have been written about the great city of New York. A plethora. I went with Drop Me Off in Harlem because that is what I wanted to scream at the bus driver as we waited in traffic on 28th street---plus who doesn't love Duke Ellington?
I did finally make it up to M&O's apartment in Harlem and here's the rest of the story....

Adam and Antonio had their big party/reception at a science lab in the Bronx. Neat, huh? Lots of great food! Too bad I was still feeling a little too sick with baby to enjoy all of it.

We all loved watching the adult bicycle lessons going on across the street from the Elliott's apartment. Motivation that it's never too late to learn ANYTHING! I came home and promptly enrolled in sailing, watercolor, and banjo classes...(ok, not really, but I will!)

Good food with better friends and plenty of laughing in Central Park. I laughed so hard at one point that I almost did something else embarrassing. Did you know that your bladder is not your own when you get pregnant?
Beautiful blooms in Washington Square Park


Shakespeare in the Park: Measure for Measure

"Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win
By fearing to attempt.

This was my favorite line from the play, and I felt like it was embodied in this guy we came across on a secluded sidewalk of Washington Square park. He was listening to his IPod and working on his dance moves. I don't think he was doing it to attract an audience as he was in a lower traffic area---he just wanted to dance.

4 comments:

Oliver & Margy said...

LOVE IT! I miss New York, I'm not going to lie. But I think I miss you more! Love you, EJ.

Merrill Family said...

"Do you know what a plethora is?"


-Keith

Rochelle said...

I want to go to New York! :) Looks like you guys had a ton of fun. We will have to see what sort of traveling we could do when we come visit ya next year, cant wait!

bex. said...

That man is a dancing fool. Doubtless, shameless, fearless. You can't help but admire him!