Back in March, my older son, who lives in Brooklyn, informed my wife and I he was planning to move in with his girlfriend. In reality, he’d been living there for a while, but just needed to move his stuff.
Being a (reasonably) good dad, I offered to help him move. I could win some dad points and meet the girlfriend in person; my wife and I had only talked to her on a Zoom call earlier this year, when both my wife and I were in Australia.
Plus, it’s New York, so I could take my stuff and have some Dee time.
On Friday, as my son had done his packing (so didn’t need my help) and also was working, I was free to wander around Times Square, and down Broadway to the Macy’s on 34th, where they were having their annual floral show. I wore a blue (my color) crop top I bought while at Dee-Va Las Vegas and a skirt from my new go-to store, American Eagle.
Saturday morning his girlfriend and I helped my son move. While he went and rented a U-Haul, the girlfriend and I lugged his limited stuff down three flights of stairs to the entrance to his apartment. I’m not sure that was the best allocation of labor, but it gave me a chance to talk with the girlfriend. Fortunately, she seems very nice, is intelligent and very pretty, and she and my son seem like a good match. Fortunately, her apartment DID have an elevator, so that made that part of the move a lot easier.
It started to rain the morning when we were moving, and it did not stop. My son and his girlfriend wanted to get settled in so after lunch I left, and we had no plans for dinner. Being near Broadway, I looked online for a musical or play with ticket availability, and I found one, Becky Shaw. Donned my favorite dress, sloshed through the rain and wet streets of NYC, and saw the play. I’d give it a B, reasonably funny. I sloshed back after the play, changed into a top and slacks, and walked down the block to that famed NYC eating establishment–Chic-Fil-A–to buy a late carryout meal to eat in my hotel room.
Sun-Dee I did stuff with my son and went with the girlfriend to dinner. I was tempted to get pretty after dinner and walk around Times Square for photo ops, but I couldn’t be bothered. More reason to return to NYC in the future.
The Saturday night before my trip I had a double header, first dinner with our Transgender group, then meeting with Michelle and her friends Sheri and Maura. They were at a bar with a band playing 80’s music. They danced, I didn’t, but I was a good Dee-Dee (designated driver).
