I'm going to New York in 18 days and meeting up with my lifelong friend Christina. I am, truth be told, high on this trip. I didn't realize how much I needed this adventure until the idea came up.
Everything fell into place. There is a rumor that Jeremy Renner is going to host the season premiere of SNL. I got to thinking how I was sure a piece of me might die if I didn't at least TRY to go. And then, I find out the family I work for is going to NYC that very weekend. And the wheels started turning. Within about an hour of this hitting my radar, Tina was on board, and by the evening, we had flights coming in and departing within a half hour of each other.
We are going to spend too much, eat too much, drink too much, stay up too late, and "find Fluffy". If you've ever seen Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist, you know what I am talking about.
Here's the thing...my life used to be a hell of a lot more adventurous than it is now. And really, I want it this way. I LIKE it this way. But all through my 20's and early 30's, I had adventures every other weekend. I'd fly to Vegas, fly home for 3 days to do laundry, and fly right back for another week. I'd go to the coolest clubs in every city and pull up as Piddy Diddy was getting his car from valet. I'd go to NYC and fly home with a new wardrobe. I'd be at parties where my old roomie and I were literally the only non-famous people there. It was crazy. It was fun. It was my life. I don't miss it...but the adventures, the possibilities, every now and then I crave that. I get restless and obsessive if I don't have a "fix".
This trip to NYC...it's going to be amazing. It might be the the adventure to end all adventures...because if I get married soon, and have babies soon, then I know that my new adventures will be very different. And that's ok. I want that...but every now and then, I need to slip into that old Whit's shoes, and remember what she feels like and who she was for a long time.
September 14th needs to get here...I'm ready.
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