Boy, I thought I'd never see the old blog again after the whirlwind of life I've had - and am still having - this fall. Thanks for not giving up on me.
The beautiful bride and man-bunned groom at their sunset ceremony.
First, the wedding in late October came off with only one hitch. (Don't get me started on over-extended wedding planners.) I ended up cobbling an outfit together from Chico's in taupe (my spin on the mother-of-the-groom mandate: Wear beige and keep your mouth shut), threw on a bunch of pearls and an autumnal pashmina, and did my own hair. Boom! Done. The beautiful Sunday evening wedding in the country culminated a week-long string of activities I have come to call Burning Man East due to the predominance of bonfires at various celebrations. Big fun, big exhaustion.
Three days after the newlyweds returned to Brooklyn, my son summoned the hubs to Game 5 of the World Series in Queens (in which the home team was playing the Mets.) The kid flew his old man to NYC, bought tickets for themselves and two others, and put him up in their apartment for three nights on an air mattress. And, wouldn't you know, the KC Royals won the whole damn thing at that game? Amazeballs! I didn't go, but was exhausted just texting them about it!
Me, our director and the Short Jewish Gal
Last weekend, my writing partner (Short Jewish Gal) came to town from L.A. to attend auditions for our first play, which is opening in Kansas City in April at H&R Block City Stage in Union Station. Callbacks are tomorrow. So, much more exhausting fun and excitement! Here is the link to our website and our Facebook page. We are even getting a reading in New York on December 13, which will be one helluva way to celebrate my 60th birthday.
And that, in a nutshell, is what's been going on. For my encore, I have decided to return to the original format of my aging, pro-aging blog because I suspect I'll have things to say about facing the big 6-0 next month. There will still be reviews under the headings of travel, cool products/services, food/libation, and - God willing - maybe "gifts for the grandkids"... someday! I am one lucky, exhausted gal.