Our six day vacation to NYC ended with a safe landing in Springfield, Missouri. The opportunity for an exciting Hudson River landing was gone. Our escape from Reality was over...she was waiting for us in our car in the airport parking lot.
Reality hissed welcome and smirked each time our two year-old granddaughter Eden coughed on the drive home. (Eden had a great time with her aunt, uncle and cousins but her minor allergies miraculously morphed into bronchitis and ear infections the minute she saw us.)
Reality’s been yakking in my ear for a week.
You can forget staying in hotels like Le Parker Meridien.
Who can forget an ergonomic room with an incredible view of Central Park—a room with a refrigerator that isn’t a refrigerator that charges you for secret items if you breathe on it?
Forget eating gourmet meals at Dovetail and The River Café.
As if I’d forget the first time I ate veal tongue or foie gras with caviar. As if I’d forget the first time I ate duck that wasn’t in our Labrador’s mouth before mine.
Forget about your niece and nephew’s beautiful piano recital at The Church of Saint Vincent Ferrer and the difficulty of the pieces: Mozart’s Sonata for Two Pianos in D, K.448, Beethoven’s Sonata for Violin and Piano No. 5 in F major, OP. 24, “Spring” and Schubert’s Fantasy in F minor, D.940, for four hands.
Did you know Reality’s favorite word is forget?
Forget about the wedding in the formal garden in Central Park. Forget about having another glass of the superb Champaign served after the ceremony.
The concert can’t be forgotten. It was videotaped. As for the Champaign, I can’t afford it so I let the memory fade on purpose. Also, this Champaign had memory wiping abilities.
Who knew Reality was such a name dropper?
Forget about the dinner you shared at db Bistro Modernes with RJ, Steve and Francois Girard; Screenwriter and Director of The Red Violin and Thirty-tw0 Short Films About Glenn Gould; Writer and Director of Cirque Zarkana.
What? Forget the first (and likely last) time I ate dinner with a critically acclaimed screenwriter and director?
You’ll never eat at Carnegie Deli again.
Never? Reality’s new word was never and she knew how to use it. I couldn’t get her to go away but I finally found a way to o shut her up.
I bit her back.
*The Burrough name was changed for Nick’s privacy and to protect our future relationship.**
**The word ‘relationship’ is loosely based on the writer’s interpretation of the actual definition.
(Tremendous thanks to Bob and Laurel Jacob and family, and Steve Bach and family.)
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