Ezra and I had a whirlwind trip to the big city last week, and we had such a good time, packing our days full of adventure and fun! I do love taking these kids of mine on trips like this, and it's always a treat to see especially how Ezra just loves cities and feels so comfortable there. He still thinks LA is where he wants to live someday, but he certainly loves NYC too and I'm glad for that because of course it's so much closer! It was a healthy balance, I think, of what I wanted and what he wanted from a little getaway. A yarn store (String Thing Studio - so fun!) for a sneaker store (do you know how many Vans stores there are in New York City? A lot). A pizza place (Fornino) for an eatery of my choosing (Marlow & Sons). We both loved Cafe Mogador so much that we went twice. There were two visits to a record shop (Rough Trade) and of course we had to do some guitar browsing too (Main Drag Music). And in trade for those, I got a lingering visit to a vintage clothing shop I fell in love with (Malin Landaeus). And we were both so thrilled to catch the David Bowie Is exhibit at the Brooklyn Museum (so so good!), though I had a bit of heartbreak upon discovering that Judy Chicago's The Dinner Party was closed that day. I've wanted to see that for twenty years! I suppose another trip will have to be in order....
We were there to visit with our friend Carrie Anne, and to celebrate the premiere of the second season of her show, Jessica Jones, on Netflix. (And did you know that Krysten Ritter, who plays Jessica Jones, is an avid knitter along with a really dear woman? It's true. Knitting superheroes are my favorite kind of superheroes.) A serious date night, I tell you! Complete with all kinds of fanciness we aren't used to, and capping the night off at a swanky after-party in a cocktail lounge with views of the city as the snow fell outside. There, I felt a bit like a fish out of water, while Ezra couldn't have looked more the part - or felt more at home. It was a blast really, for both of us, and a night to remember.
Twenty four hours after someone was holding an umbrella for us so that the snow wouldn't fall on our hair, and we were being driven around and spoiled....we arrived at the Portland airport after a delayed flight, finding us home at 2am. And because the garage was full when we arrived earlier in the week, we trudged to get our car in the outside lot - the far outside lot, and were reminded that Portland had an 18 inch snowfall the day before. Ezra and I laughed, thankfully, as we first tried to FIND our car under all of that, and then proceeded to shovel it out (with just a snow brush in the car) in order to get home and crawl into bed at long last. A funny, and perfect ending really, to such a memorable trip.
And now there's more snow coming! And with memories of the big city, I'm happy to be tucking into home and hearth for this next storm, knitting in hand.