We went to NYC on Friday to:
1. have Jeremy meet with a contact.
2. see my roommate from college, Karen, and finally have her meet Jeremy and the kids
3. to hang with the grandparents
4. to see an old family friend, Cladd
5. to go on a 2 hour date with Jeremy
7. to help Emy move upstate
8. to sit in traffic for a bazillion hours on 95.
I don’t know what I was thinking leaving DC at 4pm on Friday afternoon and coming back from NYC at 2 pm Sunday afternoon, 95 is pretty much like a parking lot and although the drive should take less than 4.5 hours, it took us just over 6. It was kind of like ripping a Band-Aid off very slowly from a hairy area of your body.
The weekend was wonderful, especially Saturday where we got to spend most of the day at the Museum of Natural History with family and friends.
On the subway:
Also, as I was sitting in traffic an hour away from the house heading towards NYC, I had a faint fly in my ear telling me that I had left the stove on. But I reasoned that if I had left the stove on, the house would already be on fire and certainly the neighbors would call the fire department and they would remember that we gave some money in their annual fund drive and take care of our burning house and that nothing would be gained by turning around and facing all the hours of traffic again.
So all weekend, I waited for the call which would tell me that the house was burned down. So when on Sunday at 7 am, my dad called on my cell phone, I was sure that he was calling about the house being burned to a crisp, instead he asked where the heck we were because mom had returned to the house from China without telling us and wanted to surprise us! Well we were very surprised and high-tailed it as fast as we could (at 30 mph) back to DC where she had scrambled eggs and warm porridge waiting for our tummies.