Relaxed and Groovy.
For the first time in many, many, MANY weeks, Chris and I didn't have to be anywhere. We didn't have a wedding to attend, or a fundraising walk to host, or an event to make an appearance at. There were no timetables, no pressures, and no stress.
Oh man, it was awesome.
After a Saturday of a new workout at the gym (more on that later), some relaxing at home, and a night out on our little town enjoying dinner, a few beers, and Game Three of the World Series, we were feeling very well-rested and ready for a jaunt into NYC. So on Sunday, we ventured off to Ellis Island.
Checked out Lady Liberty. (I waved. She didn't.)
We also had some of the most delicious fudge at the museum on Ellis Island. After some time in the museum, we hoofed it back to the ferry and rejoined the mainland in Battery Park.
"That fudge. Dude, I'm feeling all sorts of squishy." ("Dude" - interchangeable with "Baby" or "Chris/Kerri.")
"Do you think we can make it back to Grand Central by foot?"
"Let's do it!"
With the sun at our back, we found Broadway and made our way up the island. We stopped so I could check out some makeshift kiosks on the side of the street - and I scored three very nice, very fancy, very three-for-ten-dollars pashminas to shield myself from the cold that was setting in. I didn't realize until later that I had chosen navy blue, gray, and pink - the three colors from my SUM stylesheet. What a geek.
Dinner at the Corner Shop Cafe on Broadway (fantastic chicken noodle soup, and the three-cheese macaroni was seriously awesome) was romantic, despite the treacherous trek to the bathroom in the bowels of the building. Every subway that roared by sounded like it was coming up the drainpipe. But all things considered, we had a nice little meal.
After a meal of so many carbs, continuing our walk to Grand Central was a welcomed activity. (One bottle of grape juice was drained - I forgot to tone down the bolus to account for the walking.) By the end of the trek, from the new workout on Saturday and the 5.5 miles from Battery Park to GC, our calves were on fire and we were grateful to settle into our seats on the train and nap our way back home.
Where we watched the Red Sox friggin' sweep the World Series. And I'm proud to say that Julia had the update on her site before Yahoo! did. If they don't renew Lowell, I'll be pissed. And Pappelbon, as always, was lights out. Every time. Even though he did throw wild for those last few pitches, but who wouldn't? IT WAS THE WORLD FREAKING SERIES. I would have thrown up.
Would have loved a good night's sleep after that full day, but no, Sausage wouldn't have it. That story for tomorrow, but suffice to say that Siah sings opera at four in the morning. Loudly. I'll tell that story once I wake the hell up.