Kappas Take Manhattan

Whew! I apologize for my absence yesterday, but it seems I’ve come to an age where major activity (much like major alcohol consumption-heck ANY consumption)requires a much longer recovery time. I spent most of the day yesterday walking around in a daze. There was no way my brain could have possibly found words to describe anything, so I remained silent.
The major activity of course was a girls’ weekend in The City. Not the typical girls’ weekend, but just as good. Two of my college sorority sisters trekked from the Pittsburgh/Morgantown area all the way to my cozy house on Friday and spent the night. Now if you’ve read a real estate ad ever in your life, then you know cozy is a code word for “too small even for it’s current inhabitants much less 3 more tiny girls and their two full grown moms” but we made it work somehow. It was a sleeping bag and air mattress extravaganza!
Saturday morning, to celebrate one special girls’ birthday, we headed on the train into American Girl Country. It was delightful to watch the ladies in their own personal Heaven and we elicited many a knowing smile and sympathetic glance from the women who passed us carrying those large red bags down 49th street.
Except for one tiny incident wherein I learned my frugal money lessons may have indeed scarred my daughter, it all turned out just perfectly. We frolicked in Central Park, ate ice cream by a gorgeous fountain, screamed at pigeons and slept like the dead when it was all over. The moms even got to indulge in a late night carpet picnic of Magnolia cupcakes delivered right to our hotel door (thanks Aunt M.A!)
There is always a little hesitation when you introduce your kids to the kids of your friends. I love these moms so much, what if my kid hates theirs? Or worse, theirs hate mine? Alas, the girls were like long lost sisters. It was perfect. I can’t wait to do it again.
I’m so happy that I am a…