Initially, my enthusiasm for the impending trip to New York was unbridled. Hear any hoofbeats now, kids? Color me reined in. At first it was going to be a weekender with my sisters. There would be a Broadway musical, some nice dinners, roaming around Greenwich Village and Chinatown, shopping, a boy bar if I played my cards right....you get the picture. A gay weekend. Or maybe a girl weekend. Or both. Some of you have called me out on getting so hung up on that distinction, and rightly so. There was to be a sensibility, though, undeniably. Well, now some perfectly lovely people have been added to the mix and the recipe is decidedly changed. My brothers-in-law (love them..nice guys who treat my sisters well), a few college buddies of theirs, and my older sister's best friend from high school along with her husband, have all joined the fray. OK, straight or gay, tell me if you get this. One on one, I would enjoy spending time with any of these people, but in this group of married straight folks, all with kids, I will feel like a stranger in a strange land. Is it because I'm the sole gay? The sole single? Is it all just in my head? Do you ever feel that your whole sensibility is different than the group's and it makes you feel isolated and a bit lonely at the party? Never mind that the conversation will be dominated by either football, or the kids' sports, or daycare, or the McMansion with his and hers Lexi in the driveway. It's more than that. I'm not in tune with the vibe. I can't relate. You know? Call me a whiner, call me out (again), call me fetching, call me a cab for the trip into Midtown, because I'm going anyway and I'll have a great time, but I'm curious as to your take on my pathology. That said, here's a short list of FIVE THINGS I'll Do This Weekend in NYC:
1. Have a great dinner, maybe Italian, and catch my sister's friend in her Broadway debut.
2. Take in the view from the Top of the Rock. I'll take some photos to share later. If I figure it out, I may email/blog a phone photo instantaneously. I'm so NOW!
3. Get up early and go for a run in Central Park, no matter the weather. I imagine it'll be gorgeous right now, but I've done it before in cold and sleet. Still relished it.
4. There will be bars and there will be drinking. My brother-in-law suggested ESPN Zone. Now do you see what I mean? I'll order Tequila Sidecars one after another until I either feel I belong, don't care, or stumble home and drunkblog all y'all. If I find a good spot to drink, I'll then establish a beachhead for my next trip, a full-on gay assault of the city. Meet me for that one, freakgirl?
5. Stalk Toothy Tile and, should the opportunity present itself, pet his puggle.