The last time I was in New York City was also my first time ever. It was shortly after my Mom passed away and it had been her wish that the whole family go as sort of a celebration of her life. With 11 of us, including 2 babies, it took a great deal of organizing, back and forth emails, and reservations, navigating tastes, dress code, high chair availability, location proximity to hotel/show etc. It was really fun and memorable, but emotional for all of us and overall pretty stressful.
This past weekend we took another shot at it with no babies (except for the one rutabaga-sized stowaway in my belly), no boys, no reservations and no plans whatsoever. My three sisters and I were met by spring-like warmth, blue skies, a surprisingly well-located hotel and no pressure to see or do anything at all.
