Someone thought my birthday this year was a puh-ri-tee big deal. For turning thirty a few months ago, I very unexpectedly received the biggest, bestest birthday present ever: a trip to Manhattan--complete with airfare, hotel, tickets to two museums and a Broadway musical. Ummm, YEAH. Can you believe that!? Good friend, yes, and she's mine. CHERISH! I'm honored you took me with you to New York...I had a BLAST!!!
In the slideshow are some highlights from our exciting, fun-filled giggle fest in the big city. Sorry for the obnoxious number of pictures in this one.
first, some random notes:
The Museum of Modern Art (MoMA) is amazing--a completely surreal experience for me. I took a few photos of some well-known paintings but these only scratched the surface. Couldn't use a flash in there so they're kind of blurry.
The subway system, I will confess, I found quite complicated. There's no way to fake like you're a local (the huge camera hanging around my neck didn't help) when you have to ask which station to go to to get downtown. I did start to get the hang of it by day three, which I felt very proud about. The subway is an excellent, surprisingly safe, cheap! mode of transportation. Poring over my trusty Manhattan map, complete with subway routes, was great fun.
The locals were very nice.
re henna tattoos: all it took was a big black man wearing a sign to get us in a small salon run by a couple of Indian women. A henna in New York seemed a fitting experience for our girls weekend, after all. The question, then, was what to get temporarily inked on our bodies. After thinking for a few seconds, the obvious choice--being the conservative pastors' wives that we are--was a benign little apple (to represent the Big Apple, of course.) So Cherish got her cute little apple first. Then it was my turn. The same girl did mine, but my apple turned out looking not like an apple at all, but more like a snail. There's a picture to show the outcome. It was worth every penny, believe me. This place was also were I got my eyebrows "threaded." I had never heard of this procedure before, so I asked one of the barely-English-speaking girls about it and somehow ended up in her chair, receiving a full-fledged demonstration. Turns out, it's a form of plucking using just regular sewing thread. I still don't get how they do it, but it's pretty cool to watch. It's supposed to be less painful than waxing or what not, but no, it hurt a lot.
Several photos from our trip:
There is a sad part of this story that has everything to do with the fact that my little gumdrop is moving far away in less than a month. WAH!

