Ugh. Airport travel is so plebian! I remember getting all dressed up to fly during my growing up years - what a treat it was. I am so tired of seeing butt cracks and nasty feet on a dirty floor at the airport. And what's more, I look as undignified as the next idiot as I struggle to get my shoes off and on. It is unfortunate.
I am at Newark waiting to catch my flight back to Seattle. Doug is seeing August: Osage County right now and I am jealous that I won't get to see it.
Saw Lisa one last time this morning and then had brunch with Ken, Jon and Christopher, and Sarah.
Lisa's party was last night and it was FABulous. Jon's party the night before was equally amazing, and, in fact, revealing! I saw Bennett and Helen, Blake, Blair and her husband along with Mark, Mike, John Dullworth, Ken.
At Lisa's it was the OU crowd and a couple of new babies. I have a totally different reaction to babies now. There was a time when I saw a baby that I would feel a longing, but while I am so happy for new parents, I have a complete absence of that longing. In fact I even think that I am so grateful that our kids are the ages they are. I really love them at this age.
When Sarah and I got back to the apartment after brunch today there was a stretch limo waiting for us! We thought we were going to the same airport but actually Sarah was going to JFK. So I rode in the stretch limo all by my lonesome.
From start to finish it was an incredible vacation. We stayed up until 230 or 3 each night and slept until 11 in the morning. while we stayed at Michael's up near Columbia, we kept picturing Emery there as a student and we started to think we should buy an apartment there now and just make him go to school there. We would feel safer and more secure having him in NY than almost anywhere else - there certainly wouldn't be any drinking and driving... It is strange to see a group of college students and be reminded of your son, as opposed to identifying with the students. We are of THAT age.
When I get back to Seattle will post more thoughts and ideas.
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