Mr. Pom feels better today, so we decided he should stay home this weekend and rest some more instead of going to the Cape. He needs to be at his best for the Father/Daughter dance at the wedding. And since he's been known to breakdance, he needs all the rest he can get.
So I decided I would go up by myself, which truth be told, is not entirely awful as it's kind of nice to be up there by yourself and just do whatever you want. Of course, I'm going up to do a bunch of house projects, but that doesn't mean I won't find time for some beach walking in the early morning and sunset picture taking up by Truro.
Then I remembered that The Fiance and The Bride To Be are going up to get their marriage license, but I knew our paths would really not cross.
And then as I was making dinner tonight, The Bride To Be said, Mom......maybe you could...y'know.....stay home?
And I replied, Maybe you could....y'know....stay at The Cove and I'll stay at My House?
Not! I smiled sweetly and said, no problem!, and grumbled up the stairs.
So what the heck am I going to do this weekend? I mean besides the 50 million wedding-related items I need to check off my list. I know I have to bring my dress to be altered, Mr. Pom's pants to be hemmed, work on decorations for the rehearsal dinner, organize music for the party after the rehearsal dinner and .....
Mr. Pom and I can jump into the Mini and drive to Dumbo for a a ride on the carousel under the Brooklyn Bridge.
And admire the beautiful handpainted emblems.
We could take a bike tour of lower Manhattan.
Go to some way, way, way off-Broadway Theatre.
Sample some olives at Whole Foods.
Or wait for Will Smith outside his crib.
Paint our windows filled with spring flowers.
Have lunch at a farmhouse table al fresco - in the middle of the Bowery.
Reminisce about old school New York institutions,
as we ride around on our Vespas (for Blackbird) and park right on the sidewalk
to drink molto cappuccini in the sun.
Which we will definitely need after sampling the artisanal whiskeys and buying more Scuttlehole Chardonnay.
And count the gold dancers sculpted by Bruce Williams frolicking up the side of Gene Frankel Theater (thanks Andrew Borloz!)
We may not get to walk with the gulls this weekend, but don't feel sorry for us! We love where we live - in both places. There's always something to do and somewhere to go. We have the best of both worlds. And we love it!