Nirvana Rabbit Fiesta

Sometimes the planets line up just so and everything falls into place. Sometimes the air feels to be the exact right temperature so that my skin can breathe without falter and my lungs can exhale without restriction; this last weekend was a series of such events. Such a  series was it that I couldn’t be bothered to post. In fact, up until some time in July I posted every calendar day of 2009, but lately my bliss is such that the thought of opening my computer feels to be an assault to my senses.This is what love can do to a girl  -take a perfectly dark, angst ridden soul and make it all mushy. Good on the surface, yes? But where is the darkness? The bleakness? Frankly, I don’t really know what to do with myself if I’m not pulling out my eyelashes in despair or wondering how I can possibly convince my chest to heave outwards for an intake of breath.

This last weekend I took my first real grownup vacation with another adult who was not a relative. In the past I’ve taken the children on vacations, but going for a strictly adult outing has not been in the cards. Last Thursday I met my sweet friend Doug in New York City for a weekend of beauty that went beyond anything I have ever experienced. (This is not to say that anything I have ever had with my children has not been purely lovely. I’m just making it all about me here.) So, yes, I packed a bag of clean clothing, most of it lacking peanut butter stains, and convinced myself that it was entirely all right and appropriate to go have some serious fun. And fun it was. There are not words enough to describe the excitement of meeting my love in a city such as New York, I can only say that it went beyond any sort of wonderful I could have possibly imagined. We took subways, dined on fun food, walked, talked, kissed, shared shameless PDA’s,  saw an old friend from my high school days. And we laughed. This guy makes me laugh with abandon and smile until my cheeks hurt. Truly it was the essence of beauty.

One of the deals of hanging out with a Texan is that he’s so darn friendly. He has an endearing trait of making friends wherever he walks because he can’t seem to help himself from talking. I had forgotten this about him and was endlessly entertained by his ability shoot the breeze with anybody. Above (in a clockwise rotation) Doug and I can be seen snuggling in a pub where we met my fabulous friend Craig for lunch. Then there is Doug sitting on a wooden chaise at the High Line Park, a super cool walk along the Hudson River. My fabulous friend Craig hugging me against his spectacularly ripped abs, just before this he had said to me, “Good lord, your breast is attacking me!” Lastly here is Doug in Central Park where he convinced one of the many rickshaw drivers to lend him his rig for a short ride. The driver seemed fairly puzzled by this but was willing to hold me as collateral until his bike was returned.