Valentine’s Day, 2004. New York City, New York. Our second day there. I wish I had my travel diary from that day. It’s somewhere at home on the farm in Rosthern, and I plan on digging it out when I go home next week.
Valentine’s Day always reminds me of my New York trip with Tara – and that stupid pink “I Love NY!” toque I wore every day, which screamed, “TOURIST!” That toque is almost in every picture. I even wore it into one of the Louis Vuitton shops. I thought I was making a statement; I was being stupid. Anyways, we had left for the Big Apple the previous morning at some ungodly hour like 6 am, and spent out first evening roaming Times Square. And hoping Tara’s suitcases would show up. What we did the next day, Valentine’s Day, remains a mystery to me without my travel diary. I’m pretty sure we took one of the bus trips around the city, but I’m not sure. Maybe that was the third day. But I do know that we went to the movies that night, at a loss for what to do on Valentine’s Day in one of the world’s biggest cities. And we saw “Win a Date with Tad Hamilton.”
It’s hard to believe it’s been four years since then. Tara’s now married and is a teacher. I’ve moved to Vancouver and back and applied to law school. Crazy how time flies. But tons of memories of remain…
I remember dropping my wallet in the toilet in Carnegie Hall (AFTER I had flushed). Classy, huh? I saw a LIVE performance at the Metropolitan Opera with Olga Borodina and Juan Diego Florez. The Senators kicked the Rangers asses’ and the Rangers’ fans chanted something not-so-nice about Glen Sather. New York pretzels sure taste good! It was 88 blocks to the Metropolitan Museum of Art from our hotel, and we walked them there and back. We never got lost on the subway. I saw Renee Fleming and Anne Sofie von Otter LIVE and together!! Hugh Jackman as Peter Allen in ‘The Boy from Oz.’ I am still convinced he winked at ME, not Tara! The fantastic basement jazz club. The ‘secret’ door Tara went into in Chinatown to get a knockoff Fendi wallet; I thought she had disappeared! My fear of the billions of pigeons in Central Park. The holes in the ground where the World Trade Centers had stood. Seeing the studio where they actually tape ‘Saturday Night Live.’
New York is my favourite, and best, Valentine’s memory.