
Dad was here this past weekend. He tries to make it up to New York once every 3 months - "Once a quarter" he likes to say. And I love when he comes. He and I always have so much fun together. Our talks over dinner and wine are priceless, and he loves to walk around aimlessly just as much as I do. So, we do. We eat, we drink, we walk, we talk, we laugh, we enjoy every minute of time we spend together.
On Friday we went the 21 Club: AMAZING. I think it is my new favorite place. Not somewhere you can go all the time, but definitely great for when you need to feel special. It originally opened in 1930 as a speakeasy. So, it has that old Hollywood, cozy feeling. I thought any minute Joe DiMaggio and Marilyn Monroe were going to walk in; and Ol' Blue Eyes was going to walk around the corner with a microphone in his hand. That didn't happen -of course - but just feeling like it could happen was good enough. It was a great night. I can't wait to go back.
Saturday we went on the Sopranos bus tour... interesting. I've never seen even a clip from that show, but Dad loves it. So, I sucked it up and tagged along - all through New Jersey's Meadowlands, under bridges, over bridges, in diners, on sidewalks... even a strip club. Yep, The Bada-Bing with my precious father. :) But honestly, it was fun! He really enjoyed the whole experience, so I'm glad we did it.
Saturday night we had dinner with Julia, Ryan and 2 of my friends from Alabama - Ashley and Jade. I hadn't seen Ashley in years, so it was a treat to meet up with her again. Julia and Ryan were as always, amazing. Those 2 never let you down. They can have a great time with anyone. I'm convinced my dad wishes Ryan could be his son-in-law. Not that he wants me to marry Ryan, but he could live with Julia being his adopted daughter or something. Anyway, we had a wonderful time talking, laughing and catching up.
Sunday we just walked around all day - it was quite possibly the most beautiful day of the year to date. We even got a little sunburnt! We ate at Katz's deli, then walked next door to Julia's and my favorite cupcake spot... AMAZING. Then we walked that off (sorta) and went to see a movie.
Saying good-bye Monday was sad. I woke up at 5:45am when he did, but didn't let him know. If I would have had to talk I would have cried until he walked out the door. Instead I just laid there until he told me good-bye and shut the door; then the tears started to fall. It was a wonderful weekend. I hated it had to end.
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My dad is an amazing man. He is one-of-a-kind. I cannot imagine what it must be like to not have a father like he is. I know that is an extremely selfish thing of me to say, but it's true. I do realize that most do not have a dad like this, and I know how fortunate I am. I love that man with all my heart. And quite honestly, if/when I do meet someone to fall in love with, I feel sorry for him... he has A LOT to live up to.



