Rick was able to take that Friday off, and I found a cheap flight into JFK. It's only about 5 hours driving distance, but I really wanted to spend as much time there as possible, plus the parking is a killer-I still spent less than I would have if I had paid parking and gas! I left super early on Friday morning, and got there around 8:15am. I took a cab...all by myself! I've never done that before--I've had a car and driver take me somewhere, but never hailed a cab from the airport alone. I made it alive. :) It took over an hour to get to our hotel in Times Square with all of the traffic, but I had gotten up so early, it was nice to relax a bit longer.
When I arrived, I was bombarded with so many childhood memories. The Cox Family was an integral part of my growing up years, and I spent a lot of time with them and in their home. It had been awhile since I had seen most of them, and two years since I had seen Kyla. They say that a sign of true friendship is that when you can see a friend even after a long time and it's as if no time has passed. That's exactly what happened, and I spent a glorious three days exploring the city with them. We stayed at the Marriott Marquis right in the middle of Times Square, and literally a few blocks from Broadway, which is where we spent a lot of time.
There were nine of us, plus three babies, so navigating the city was interesting...but so fun. The babies did really well, and we all took turns watching them and going to shows. Between us all, we say four Broadway plays!! I saw Matilda and Wicked. I liked Matilda and LOVED Wicked. I have seen it a couple of times before, but this was by far the best. The girl who played Elphaba was actually the stand-in, but she was phenomenal. Those three hours went by so fast!!
We also went shopping, strolled the street fair and the yummiest food ever, went up to the top of the Empire State Building, explored Central Park, went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and attended church in Manhattan, in the Manhattan Temple. We had ice cream parties in the middle of the hotel hallway (babies were sleeping), and spent hours talking. It was wonderful.
We all had flights Sunday evening, and even though mine was a couple of hours later, we all took cabs together to JFK. There ended up being an accident on the way there, and the traffic was extremely backed up. They were cutting it very close already, and then they were stuck at check-in because of a baby mix-up--they and different records for the babies that were with them, and after 30-40 minutes of waiting and trying to get it fixed, they were down to minutes before the flight was supposed to leave---and they still and to get through security. Thankfully, the agent escorted us to security, and had us go to the very front of the line, and we made it with literally seconds to spare. It was a very quick goodbye, which in some ways was probably good, because it was a hard one.
I'm so grateful for wonderful, lifelong friends. I met Kyla the beginning of 7th grade, and there was no separating us from that time forward. How blessed I was (am) to have her in my life!!
