The Maestro and Me in NYC

This summer, The Maestro and I will be celebrating not one, but THREE momentous occasions. In June, we will celebrate our 15th wedding anniversary. That’s the most important. But we both have summer birthdays, too, and this year we are both turning “The Big 4-0.” (I don’t really know what’s up with that, by the way, because I definitely do not feel 40.)

Anyway, a little over a year ago we decided we wanted to do something really cool together to celebrate. We’ve never actually been on a “just-us” trip that was more than a 3-day weekend since our honeymoon and we had a lot of fun planning this one. And, as it turned out, this last academic year has perhaps been the most difficult we’ve ever dealt with, for so many reasons. By the time this last semester was over we were completely depleted and needed a break in the same way we need oxygen. So we flew our nearly-dead selves out of Michigan and had a heck of a rejuvenation in NYC.

The selfie model didn’t evolve completely until about Day 3, but since this trip was totally about us, we thought it would be funny. So, for your reading enjoyment, 30 (yes, THIRTY) selfies of our fabulous vacation (or, as my friend DeNae put it on Facebook, our We’ll Sleep When We’re Dead Vacation). Real photos may or may not be forthcoming. You all know how I am with vacations (still not caught up posting the Epic Vacation of 2012), so we’ll just be honest and say that they probably won’t, but I might surprise you.

Joel and Lara do New York
A Study in 30 Selfies

These selfies are not in any particular order (that would just be too difficult), nor do I promise that they are flattering pictures of us. In fact, some of them are most decidedly UN-flattering, but the nice ones make up for it. Besides, we had so much fun, we didn’t even care if our pictures were good or not. And, also, we may or may not have been heard saying, “First, lemme take a selfie” all over the great city of New York.

I will admit, I am having a difficult time with re-entry. I was so not mentally prepared to go to work. I cried when my parents left. And I want to go back to NYC and spend my life hanging out at Lincoln Center.

Which makes the memories of this vacation with Joel all the more treasured.

Now to start planning where to go next…

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