Distress: Ummm. Times Square. Yoga Teachers and Times Square, bad combination. I don't get how you can focus on anything there, with so much going on. And I wouldn't have minded it so much if I hadn't seen a young boy almost killed because he didn't make through the cross walk quite in time and a cab refused to stop. No lie. First of many. I was terrified crossing the street. My daughter and later my husband, acted like there was something wrong with me because I thought that was really bad form. The whole reaction is "yep, that's New York" like it's some major survival adventure and supposed to be acceptable and fun. Give me Mount Everest any day...at least there's air.
And I am not even going to try and understand "The Naked Cowboy". Ewww.
Pain: Sitting all day. Ugh. Thought I would lose my mind (and the nerves in my butt)
Irritation: Everything felt very small and closed in everywhere. Felt like Bertha Big Butt trying to maneuver down the street, in the bus, at the theater, the restaurant, just really needed to fling my arms open wide and do warrior....
And witnessing a posse in action was pretty annoying as well.
Disgust: The food.
Joy: Watching my daughter have fun with her mentor, Christa. Seeing how mature my daughter has become as she led me around, being the grown up to her sissy mom. Seeing the sparkle in her eyes during the show. And as she played BINGO---what a dork LOL! Seeing the silliness and closeness of my friend and her daughter.
More Joy: Coming home. My Bed. My House. My Family. AND the fact that I don't have to work til 7pm.
Sadness: The realization that I have lost a friend.
Would I do it again? I would love to see the show again or another show but I would rather be beamed there. Could you arrange that, Scotty?
1 comment:
You're just a country girl - but a country girl who is blessed with friends and family and a lovely backyard in which to recuperate. I did a similar trip last Christmas time with similar feelings.
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