Maybe it was on account of finally finding summer clothes to wear in NYC that are not too cumbersome and not too nakie, or because of the sun being out for reals, or because of the new parasol. Maybe it was having a day off and getting to Do Whatever I Wanted or maybe it was just being in a new place for the fourth of July, but I will tell you that I felt free, free, free.
There was a trip to my favorite book store, where I found a used copy of Peter Pan. There was a colorful and crowded beach, and a nap. There were the bright things: fireworks over the Hudson--fireworks which are my favorite thing in all the world, made of fireflies and magic and dust. And there was getting up at dawn to wait in line for Twelfth Night tickets with good coffee and Madame Bovary and getting the tickets after being wriggly with hope, and wearing a lovely dress and drinking prosecco and falling out of hate and into love with Anne Hathaway. And there were fireflies everywhere, dusting everything with light.
{Shimmers, flickr.}
18 maids a-milking:
Oh yay. My daughter, when little, adored Peter Pan. Her costume at the age of 3? Peter Pan. I had to be Wendy. Her brother was Michael, in his footy fleece pyjamas. She wanted to be Peter Pan because she preferred the role of rescuer to rescued. Your post reminds me of how real the magical can appear in childhood.
that picture alone makes me so happy, but reading about your whimsical weekend was very nice :)
huzzah! "rachel getting married" viewing party at my new apartment this fall? there will be doughnuts.
Yes, please, L! HuzzAH!
((fireflies))
I cannot argue. This weekend was exquisite.
YAY!
But um, Lauren, have you *seen* Rachel Getting Married? Might want to preview before you throw it a party.
Amanda, my apologies. My snarkiest comments seem always to land on your blog. I'm really much nicer in person.
I think.
So jealous you got Twelfth Night tickets! I keep trying the virtual line, which doesn't even compare to waiting in line in person, I know.
oh, i'll work it out. if we overdemme, i'll distract everyone and swap in leprechaun 4: in space. or, if you won't accept warwick davis in lieu of hathaway, tim burton's alice in wonderland (from my time machine).
I want Lauren to be my big sister. Though I suspect I am older than she is.
*smile*
ESB: I thought perhaps you were cross with me. I can deal with general snark.
Lee: I've tried the virtual line every day to no avail. My advice? If you go sit in line, go *early.* I got there around 6:00 a.m. and was in no way guaranteed tix; if it's a weekend, go around 5:00 a.m., if you can. Also? Bring socks. Foots get mighty chilly in CP at daybreak.
Sounds like a magical weekend! Every year I vow to get myself to Shakespeare in the Park and every year I forget until it's over. Love your blog and have fun with that parasol.
So glad you got to see Shakespeare in the Park (glad and jealous). And I sort of loved "Rachel Getting Married." It's definitely not an upper, but the wedding itself is a wonderful blend of cultures and traditions and happy people celebrating. Plus the movie feels very real as far as actual family relationships are concerned - raw and never quite balanced.
So jealous that you got to see Twelfth Night. I guess I didn't have much of a chance seeing that I'm in Pittsburgh.
Amanda, Iamnevercrosswithyou.
<3
You saw her at Shakespeare in the Park? I want to see that so much! She is lovely lovely lovely in every way!
Hugs and smooches, for I love you very. I wish you millions and hundreds more weekends like this one.
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