It’s been a busy couple of weeks, including a motorcycle ride with my old Harley Davidson instructor and a trip to New York City for the Labor Day weekend. I’ll replay the highlights here as best I can.
To the right is a pic of the first time I rode a motorcycle on my own (not in class), in October 2012. Since it had been so long, I was pretty nervous about getting back on two wheels.
Turns out, I had nothing to worry about. Everything came back to me easily, and I remembered why I love this new sport. Riding a motorcycle makes me feel more alive than anything else. It is definitely scary, but in a way that exhilerates and keeps me on my toes. It reminds me of Kaz in a visceral way, the closest I can get to his tough but sweet energy. I used to love sitting behind him on a motorcycle. It boosts my energy and confidence through the roof. I am now ready for the next step – buying my first bike. More about that later.
After that, I went to New York for the weekend, leaving Ruby behind for the first time and miraculously not feeling guilty about it. She stayed with a friend whom she loves, near the beach, in a house with a yard and another older, female pit. No classes, no training, she could sleep and/or play all day. She was on vacation too! And frankly, it was nice to get a break and another reminder: I am more than just this dog’s mom.
To celebrate my first few moments of freedom, I had dinner at Encounter, the spaceship-shaped restaurant at Los Angeles International Airport. If you ever have some time to kill at LAX, this place is worth checking out just for fun.
I flew the red-eye, so the next morning I saw my father, who had driven across country from San Francisco to NYC in his now infamous, new Porsche. At first, he said he wouldn’t let me drive it because he didn’t trust my driving. I was actually prepared to accept this, but about half an hour later, he changed his mind!
Words cannot express how nervous I was behind the wheel. Not only is this car less than a month old and (as I was reminded repeatedly) worth A LOT of money, but it’s also REALLY powerful and loud. I don’t think I ever got over 30 miles per hour. But what a smooth ride. I definitely have to go visit him in SF soon to take it for another spin. Preferrably on a highway.
Once my father left, I spent the rest of the time with my sister and her family in and around Brooklyn. I was there for the re-opening block party of Sunny’s Bar, a dive bar in Red Hook that dates all the way back to the 1890s and was almost destroyed by Hurricane Sandy.
I saw a performance by Syrian musician Omar Souleyman in Pioneer Works, a large gallery space in Red Hook owned by artist Dustin Yellin. I haven’t danced that hard in a long time, and am definitely now a fan of Mr. Souleyman’s.Below are two pics I took of the large Dustin Yellin piece that was standing in the lobby of Pioneer Works. From the front it looks like a 3D statue, but from the side you see that it’s actually a multi-layered glass structure.
I had drinks in the Red Hook Bait &Tackle bar, which looks like this:
And brunch with fellow blogger Caitlin Kelly of Broadside at the Spice Market in Manhattan, which looks like this:
I was both excited and nervous to meet Caitlin. A) I’d never left the matrix to meet another blogger before, and had no idea what to expect from a real, live person. B) Right before our scheduled time, I discovered that I’d left both my ATM card and my driver’s license in a different purse. Yes, I had driven to the meeting, in my brother-in-law’s car.
Again, turns out I had nothing to fear. Caitlin and I ate, drank and gabbed for a total of 8 hours; the one credit card I did have covered my share of the bill; and I didn’t get stopped by the police on the way home. Very lucky indeed, since I ended up taking pictures on and around the Brooklyn Bridge.
One screening of The Butler and marathon session of Project Runway (all of Season 7) with my 11 year old niece later, and it was time to go home.
Unfortunately, that IS where the excitetment ends, as Los Angeles does in no way compare to NYC. Still, it’s good to be back with Ruby and back in our routine. Here’s hoping I can ride the momentum of this trip for another few months, or at least until I get a motorcycle.
[in response to the Daily Post: Tell us about the last thing you got excited about — butterflies-in-the-stomach, giggling, can’t-wait excited]
What was the last thing that got you can’t-wait excited?
September 9, 2013 at 11:12 pm
WOO HOO!!!!!! How cool that I open up my reader and there you are on a bike! So glad you were able to get back on and that it felt right! So happy for you. You ARE more than Ruby’s mom!
AND your NY trip sounds like it was a blast. How fun that you got to meet a fellow blogger.
I’m quite envious of the whole thing (including the porche!!!).
(is that enough enthusiasm for you – ha!)
September 9, 2013 at 11:24 pm
Ha, thanks LB. I was thinking about you. One of these days you and I will meet and ride together! The Porsche was definitely exciting but I didn’t get enough of it. 🙂
September 10, 2013 at 12:41 am
Great to hear from you again! Sounds like a wonderful trip. If you ever make it to Wisconsin… you are more than welcome to meet blogger #2
September 10, 2013 at 1:17 am
Thanks, I would love that! Never been to Wisconsin but I hear it’s beautiful.
September 10, 2013 at 1:02 am
“New York – just like I pictured it, skyscrapers and everything!” What a great city. I can remember being very excited both times I visited, once as an actor and once as a tourist. It’s just one of those cities that lives up to the hype. Love it.
As for other ‘can’t wait excited’ moments, getting excited is something that doesn’t come too easily to me, perhaps from a combination of cynicism and caution or else a slightly over-serious inclination at times. I get enthused and inspired by great artistic experiences (see my last couple of posts for more on this) and will get fired up by big sporting events when surrounded by thousands of screaming fans but in the more personal domain I can think of three examples of genuine giddiness and joy – arriving home last August for the first time in two and half years; seeing my French-Irish niece and nephew on the same trip for the first time in 3 years; probably right now, being 8-9 weeks away from becoming a father. It is ON!
September 10, 2013 at 1:16 am
Oh, that is exciting about becoming a father soon!! Wow!! Can’t wait to hear/read about that. I am SO behind in reading other blogs, including yours. But I will catch up, sooner than later.
I totally agree, NY lives up to the hype and more. Thanks for another great comment!
September 11, 2013 at 10:41 am
Sounds great! I have never met a fellow blogger but I have always admired Caitlin. And I would love to (nervously) drive a Porsche… One day!