My Ebenezer

December 2003, mom and I went to New York City. We must have been the last plane to land at Newark airport that day because there a was a huge snow storm. We waited an hour to catch a train into the city where we stayed in a corporate apartment on Central Park South. On a day when most New Yorkers didn’t even venture out to go in to the office, mom and I wandered the streets throwing snow at each other. It was beautiful.

December 2004, Karen and I went to New York City for 4 whole days and stayed again in the corporate apartment. The weather was cold but we didn’t get the blizzard we got in 2003.

It did snow our last night while we were walking around in Little Italy and it was almost magical. Karen thought it was cold, I thought it was magical…ha ha ha

There’s just something about NYC in December. Seeing the tree in Rockefeller Center, watching the Rockettes, shopping on Fifth Avenue (window shopping that is), seeing the window displays in the big department stores. It just feels like Christmas in NYC.

I don’t know what the lure of big city life is, but it’s so appealing to me. The sounds, the sights, the smells…I can almost feel it as I remember the times I’ve spent there. I’ve been to NYC many times throughout the last few years on business trips and each time has been an adventure. Riding the subway, hailing a cab….things we just don’t get to do here in Houston. Although every visit to NYC has been fun, there’s just something about Christmas in New York that seems to bring the holidays to life.

So, December 2005…Karen, Brigitte and I are off to New York City for a weekend of shopping and living in luxury. (courtesy of frequent hotel points and frequent flyer points) I’m so excited I just can’t stand it. Weather forecast is calling for snow and I hope it falls the whole time we’re there.

It’s really a last minute trip that has finally come together – we leave this Friday early morning and will be back Sunday night late. We’re going to shop until we drop and I hope to come back with enough knockoff purses to last me through 2006. Look out NYC, here we come.