I Love NY (99.9% of the time)

(photo from my instagram)

we had such a great day on saturday.  we were able to sleep in, make breakfast and just chill out for the morning.  J decided to head to St. Ann's Warehouse to get tickets to this amazing show.  he called about an hour later with the good news and i was on my way to meet him.  it had just started snowing heavily, but i was thrilled on my walk to the train knowing that i was about to see some amazing theatre.  i get to the station and wait about 25 minutes without a train in sight.  at this point i was panicked because curtain was in 15 minutes.  i go out to the street and decide to try a cab.  did i mention it was snowing?  i finally see one and he decides he doesn't want to take me to dumbo because he is on his way into manhattan.  i remind him that dumbo is on his way to manhattan.  he stays firm.  we then argue and curse words may have flown out of my mouth.  i am not proud.  i call J in a panic and he decides the only thing for him to do is get into a cab in dumbo, pick me up in cobble hill and then drive back.

okay, i'll pause here to tell you that in times of frustration i may overreact and let my frustration come out as anger.  J has been on the receiving end of that.  again, i am not proud.

J and i argue as he is actually in the middle of doing a very nice thing and coming to my rescue.  we finally, after missing each other and my walking through a snowstorm with a large chip on my shoulder, meet up and i jump into the cab.  we head to the theatre and we are late.  the show has started and we now have to wait to go in.

and then we do.  and we are transfixed.  completely.  and the anger, frustration and grumpiness that consumed me for the past 40 minutes disappear.  and the show ends and we are in awe of the beauty we were witness to and we find a wine bar and drink wine while the snow continues to fall over this great city.

and just like that NY goes from feeling so heavy to feeling as light as a feather.

p.s. i was not the genius behind the writing on that car.  some other grumpy New Yorker handled that.