Howdy, fellow travelers!
If you’re just tuning in to Vegan Across America, you can check out what it’s all about it here. I hope you’ll hit the road with me.
I’ll try to get in as many car/driving/road puns as I can. Even if it’s annoying.
I spent this past weekend in NYC with Soon-to-be-J.D. celebrating my birthday month (yes, it’s a month, not a day) and our 2 year wedding anniversary. I heart NYC. I am not a New Yorker. I’m a Red Sox fan. I’m from Boston, but there’s no denying it: I am a wannabe New Yorker. Well-known fact: I am (was) an avid Baby-sitters Club fan. Like totally and completely in love, obsessed. And Stacey, the native New Yorker and uber fashionable fashionista, was my absolute favorite. I wanted to be her, even if she had diabetes.
Before I could walk, I declared that I’d be going to Julliard to become a prima ballerina. Naturally my parents bought me a Julliard sweatshirt that I never took off. Ever. When I was 5-ish we went to Lincoln Center. I felt like I was home. We took a backstage tour of Radio City, and I met the most beautiful woman alive: a real live Rockette. She took me up on stage and let me document the moment. I tried not to faint over her sequined red dress and her long legs I figured I’d have some day.
Still waiting for the legs.
And five feet tall.
Prima ballerina I am not.