Mike wanted to go. But I didn’t. Nothing within me thought it would be a “fun” memory. Turns out, I was wrong.
But first, I was concerned. Maybe I have a genetic predisposition towards a phobia of crowds and traffic. Or maybe I inherited that personality quirk from my dad. Regardless of the source, that phobia of crowds and traffic is powerful. It’s not a traditional phobia, as in, a paralyzing fear, but rather a sense of angst, and frustration: my goals are blocked and I feel powerless to maneuver myself through a mob of pedestrians or a traffic jam.
But Mike wanted to go see the Macy’s Fireworks. And not from our rooftop. No, he wanted to go to the Hudson River. And he wanted to go early so we could stake out our spot.
Oh, I think I forgot to mention how much I don’t enjoy being hot. And we just started a heat wave here in New York City. It was at least 10 degrees hotter in NYC today than it was in Orlando. What is happening in this crazy world?
So, it’s hot. And it’s crowded. And we’re not exactly sure where we ought to go. We rode the subway, then walked a long time. We finally made it to 47th Street and 12th Avenue. The avenue was closed to cars and trucks so the people spread out blankets and chairs. Some people had picnics, many were hiding under umbrellas to protect themselves from the hot sun (even at 6pm it was hot!). We had our beach towels, a bottle of water each, and a few hard pretzel sticks.
I grew restless. No books. No magazines. Hot, strong sun. No sunglasses (major oversight!). The concrete road we were sitting on was so hot I had to fold over my towel several times for a little more insulation. Eventually (ok, maybe 20 minutes later) I was so restless I left in search of better seats or a deck of cards. Which ever I discovered first.
Though our fireworks adventure started out on the “not-so-great-for-Sarah” side, Mike was delighted. And my attitude turned around once we started playing card games. (Mike won most of them and I was a good sport, not a sore loser.) When the crowds rushed the barricades for good viewing position, we were ready to dash forward and won coveted spots along the metal railings. To have a better view than we had, you would’ve had to buy a ticket for the INTREPID, the aircraft carrier turned museum docked in front of us.
It was a spectacular view and a spectacular evening. Wanna see a bit of the show? I shot a bit of the finale with my point and shoot camera. Enjoy. It was wonderful!