So. There’s this thing called Broadway Across America. And there’s this brother I have who’s a crazy person who gives ridiculous gifts. And there’s a little thing called a thirtieth birthday that I have coming up that needed to be celebrated in style.
In New York City, there are a ridiculous amount of things to do, but we kept it limited to a very select few activities:
We saw some amazing shows…
(And for those of you that know me in person, you know that this can be a struggle for me. So many skirts and high heels.)
…sometimes to the point of being amazing models.
I just know that our modeling contracts are on the way as we speak. Type. Whatever.
We saw some amazing old friends.
(Seriously, guys. I miss you all so much already.)
And before anyone asks, yes, there was yarn shopping. I may have dropped some cash at Habu Textiles and bought something awesome that I have no idea how to use. Stay tuned.
We ate a ridiculous amount of good food.
So much food. There was definitely not enough photo-documentation of the food because I was busy putting it into my face. iPhone photos from my 365 Project caught a tiny bit of it.
We met some famous people.
We had some moments of quiet introspection.
And we were completely unapologetic tourists the whole time, much to New York City’s chagrin, I’m sure.
We did not want to leave.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you, Jarrod. Thank you, New York City. Thank you, old and new friends. Even though I haven’t gotten quite started on it yet, I think that turning 30 is going to work out just fine.