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Farewell to the City and the Love of My Life

Seven years ago, I made my first trip to New York City when I was invited by some friends to attend the As the World Turns fan club luncheon with them. I wasn’t much of a traveler back then, but these gals bought me a ticket and begged me to join them, so I threw caution to the wind and headed north.

Since then, I have been to New York almost fifteen different times, and every time, I seem to love it just a little bit more, and find myself feeling more and more at home. This past weekend, I attended the final As the World Turns luncheon, saying “goodbye” to a show I’ve watched for a quarter of a century before it leaves the airwaves in September. (I bid a similar adieu to Guiding Light last October.) That made this trip feel like a farewell in many ways. For starters, these fan events have been the catalyst for my regular NYC trips for seven years, leaving me to wonder when I’ll visit the Big Apple again. In the larger sense, though, this trip carried the weight of the realization that I would be saying goodbye to some people that I may actually never see again, which is as appalling as it sounds.

Still, even with a bittersweet tinge marking this trip, I had a glorious time sharing the experience with dear friends.

My best friend, Jessica, along with her 8-year-old daughter, Thai, accompanied me on this trip. They had been planning one of their own, and we decided to lump our trips together in the interest of finances and fun. We set out for NYC on Friday morning, by way of a JetBlue flight from RIC to JFK. We made it into midtown Manhattan just after noon, dropped our bags off in the room, and set out on our first adventure to the Statue of Liberty.

First, we stopped by a street vendor for some hot dogs. I tend not to eat hot dogs, and I REALLY tend not to eat food that: was cooked outside, is currently outside, or is sold in a building where you can also buy motor oil. That being said, I hadn’t eaten since lunch the day before, so I actually took a bite of one of Thai’s hot dogs – a New York City first for me. Jessica even had to ask for clarification, because she thought she was seeing things. (Later in the weekend, I took THREE bites of a pretzel from a food cart. I’m a wild woman, I tell you!)

Eating on the run like true New Yorkers, we headed for the Subway station to ride downtown. Thai enjoyed the experience immensely; first, for all the germ-laden surfaces she could touch immediately before adjusting the gum in her mouth; second, for trying to stand up while the subway was moving. Luckily, she stayed within catching distance.

Possibly due to the foggy skies or chilly weather, the ferry line for the Statue of Liberty was very short. We breezed right through security and braved the wind atop the boat for optimum views en route to Liberty Island.


This was my first time actually going over to Liberty Island. Previously, I have opted to ride the (free!) Staten Island Ferry to simply get a good view of the statue, but it is a nice experience to actually go over to the statue at least once.

When we returned to Battery Park, we hopped back on the subway and rode up to visit one of my favorite locations, Old St. Patrick’s Cathedral in Little Italy. I’ve been to Riverside Church on the Upper West Side and to Trinity at Wall Street, and while I suppose those are larger and more celebrated, they still do not outdo this place in my mind.

After leaving the cathedral, we proceeded to another hallowed location: Pinkberry.

I got a mix of plain and pomegranate yogurt and topped it off with strawberries, kiwi, and blackberries, pictured here in all its glory. Jessica and Thai both got chocolate yogurt with strawberries and fruity pebbles, and while they were enamored with the taste, it was the nastiest looking cup of stuff I have ever seen, so I will not be sharing those pictures.

When we left Pinkberry, we proceeded to walk through Little Italy and head down to Chinatown. Thai has a reading assignment coming up at school about Chinatown, so her teacher suggested taking her down there so she could report back to the class about what she saw. She was not overly excited about the prospect of doing something school-related on our trip, and she seemed even less interested in walking the necessary blocks. In fact, having seen enough of Chinatown to satisfy Thai’s teacher, we discovered Thai’s favorite New York City attraction – the taxi cab.

We took the cab to a place called S’Mac, which serves only macaroni and cheese – in other words, my mecca. The menu featured many different varieties, or you could build your own, and I didn’t even recognize all the cheeses listed. While my mind boggled at the possibilities, Jessica ordered a regular mac and cheese for Thai and cheeseburger macaroni for herself (pictured). I settled on the Four Cheese with Bacon.

That’s when things got interesting. We were seated at a table near the kitchen, and Jessica and Thai’s order came up first. The delay seemed longer than necessary between the arrival of their orders and mine, but I attributed that to my overwhelming hunger at that point. When my piping hot skillet arrived, I quickly grabbed a fork and dug in, but while I was still blowing on the first bite to cool it down, an older lady seated by the window got up, crossed the restaurant, and stole my skillet of mac and cheese right from under my nose (and my dangling fork that still held a bite full). I was in shock, and the waitress came over and explained that I had gotten that lady’s food and she got mine. She then asked if I wanted the skillet she was holding (which had come from the other lady’s table, as evidenced by the blanket of pepper on top and the gaping hole in the side where she had taken her first bite). I declined that generous offer and said I would wait for a new skillet. In the meantime, I finally ate the bite that was on my fork, which is probably the best bite of macaroni and cheese I have ever tasted. Only a few moments passed before the waitress returned and offered me a “new” skillet – still oddly covered with pepper and caved in on one side. This time, Jessica flagged the waitress down and pointed out that this skillet didn’t have bacon in it, which I had overlooked due to sheer astonishment and disbelief. What I really wanted to do was go punch that other lady in the face and take my skillet back with the magically delicious mac and cheese. I couldn’t do that, anyway, because after STEALING my food from me, she took one bite and then brought it back up to the counter and told them it was cold and she needed another. Unbelievable. I did eventually get my order, two bites into which, Thai asked if we were ready to leave. *blink*

After our candid camera experience in fine dining, we proceeded uptown to The Metropolitan Museum of Art, aka “The Met.” Jessica loves all things historical, and Thai seems to have picked up on the gene, so while they ooh’d and ahh’d over various old pieces of pottery and stone busts of various old dead people, I simply looked around for pretty stuff to photograph:

 

 

 

 

Given our early morning wake up time and our long day of travel, we were ready to head back to the hotel fairly early (by New York standards). We did linger around Times Square and let Thai take in all of the lights before passing out in the hotel.

On Saturday, our itineraries went two separate ways. Jessica and Thai went off on their own to take in the Empire State Building, the Museum of Natural History, and the Hayden Planetarium. They also did a little napping and a little shopping, which were NOT on the itinerary. Bloody insurrectionists.

Meanwhile, my friend Christina came in from Staten Island, and Terri flew in from South Carolina, and together, we went down to the ballroom (in our hotel) for the As the World Turns luncheon.

Having procured a script from the final episode of Guiding Light at the luncheon in October, I entered the raffle for an As the World Turns script as well. (The final episode hasn’t been filmed yet, so that script obviously wasn’t available.) I did end up winning one of the scripts, which will be quite welcome in my collection. After lunch, we were off to the meet and greet lines, and while I made the rounds, I figured I’d just post a few highlights.

First, this fellow from France, whose name I have already forgotten, was in NYC with his parents, who had flown him over for his birthday so he could attend the luncheon for the first time. As the World Turns, he said, is his favorite show. Here he is sporting an autograph from Eric Sheffer Stevens.

Since this was the final luncheon, several actors returned to see the fans even if they hadn’t been on the show in years. One of my old favorites, Peter Parros, was on hand and told me about his company, Ten Talents Productions, which produces comic books and a cartoon aimed at ministering to children. Another familiar face back to visit was Jon Prescott (pictured), who was only on ATWT for a short time, but made such a great impression on me years ago that I had to go and say hello to him again.

On the list of the most talented people I have ever had the pleasure to meet is Tom Pelphrey, and he was also on hand to greet the fans, even though he wrapped filming on ATWT months ago. His line was one of the most popular at the luncheon, and certainly with me. I cannot say enough good things about his acting (the man can make a simple play reading riveting) and he has one of those infectious personalities that is a joy to be around. The incredible success that he has had during his very short career so far tells me that the whole world will know his name one day.

On the topic of talented youngsters, let’s go even younger (I’m a cougar now, apparently) and mention Mick Hazen, who seemed like such a little boy just a few years ago, and suddenly he turned 17 and shot up to six feet, three inches tall! More importantly, he’s a wonderful actor, and I think we’ll be seeing a lot more of him after college. No matter how tall he gets, he’ll always be sweet little Parker Munson Snyder to me. I resisted the urge to pinch his cheeks like an old lady.

After the luncheon, I walked over to Latitude Bar & Grill to participate in another grand tradition: Martinis With Henry. I was fortunate enough to be present when this tradition was born, and it has grown to a much bigger group over the years. Trent Dawson (the “Henry” of Martinis with Henry) has always and will always hold a very special place in my heart. I hope my next trip to NYC will be to see him tearing it up on Broadway.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After reuniting our group at the hotel, we headed out once again to visit the Top of the Rock. Great view and that light room is fantastic.

Afterward, we walked across the street to Rockefeller Center so Thai could check out the ice skating rink.

By then, it was time for me to part ways again so that I could head down to the Lower East Side to see Matthew Perryman Jones play at Rockwood Music Hall. I was a little tentative about hopping on a subway alone and going to a part of New York I was entirely unfamiliar with at 10:00 at night, but the inducement was strong enough, and partly I just wanted to prove to myself that I could do it.

When I made it down to 2nd Avenue, and walked up the stairs out of the subway station toward the street lights and graffiti, I almost ran smack into Jon Prescott. We laughed at the coincidence – New York City is such a big place in a very small world. He remembered from our earlier conversation that I was headed to the show, so he pointed me in the right direction. I found the line of people waiting to go inside the Rockwood and waited with them for a few minutes. The act before was finishing up, and when he did, enough people exited the hall to allow those of us on the street to get inside. I found a seat at a table against the wall (I don’t like standing in the midst of a big crowd), and shortly my table was filled with strangers, all there for the same reason as me. The guy next to me initiated conversation, and it took only minutes for us to discover that we had a lot of common musical interests. Then, no one could shut us up! We talked in detail about Derek Webb and Caedmon’s Call (whose drummer, Todd Bragg, is touring with Matthew Perryman Jones) and we even tossed some music suggestions back and forth.

Watching Matthew Perryman Jones perform (and he is fantastic, by the way), the whole essence of the evening struck me. I was in New York City, having come downtown alone, sitting next to a fellow Caedmon’s Call buff, listening to one of my favorite artists perform just a few feet from me. It is hard to explain the emotion of a moment like that, but it was beautiful.

I was in such great spirits that I forgot I was taking a different train back, so I hopped off one stop too early and, weighing my options, decided to just enjoy the 14 blocks back to Times Square on foot.

Even though I was the last one in bed Saturday night, I still managed to wake up first on Sunday morning. (Anybody who knows me also knows how ridiculous that is.) With a chorus of snoring around me, I contemplated slipping out on my own again, but as I started to move around, I saw some signs of life, so I waited for Jess and Thai to get moving so we could head down to Central Park.

Thai was eager to ride a horse-drawn carriage, so we took the 45-minute tour of the park with a guide named Kevin and a horse named Beethoven.

When our ride was finished, we still had about an hour before we were supposed to meet Terri and Christina for lunch, so we decided to go to the Conservatory Gardens in Central Park, since we didn’t have time on Friday. I am glad we were able to fit that in, because the gardens were absolutely gorgeous, and this wasn’t even peak season!

Our group gathered together again to chow down on some delicious (and cheap!) pizza before heading to our matinee of Mamma Mia at the Winter Garden Theater. David Andrew MacDonald – once the evil villain, Edmund, on Guiding Light – was playing the much more affable role of Harry for Mamma Mia, so we were excited to see him on stage. The show itself was fantastic, and we all found ourselves singing and dancing along. Of course, there was plenty cause for laughter, too. Broadway is the only place on earth where platform boots and spandex can add up to a good time!

After the show, we waited at the stage door in the hopes of saying hello to David. He was the first one out the door and as charming as ever. We talked to him and he signed our playbills and posed for a picture.

Thai was more excited by that than we originally anticipated, and she wanted to hang around and see who else might come out from the show. We were happy to oblige her, and she got more pictures and signatures from Mamma Mia’s “Tanya” and “Sophie.”

From there, we had to say goodbye to Christina, because she had to get back home to return to work the next day. She headed down to Battery Park to catch the ferry home, and the rest of us were Brooklyn-bound.

We made it to the Brooklyn Heights Promenade just as the sun was setting, and were able to enjoy the view (and take some photos) as the sky got darker and the lights got brighter.

We hopped on the subway again, but this time Terri and I left Jessica and Thai behind as we transferred trains to go back downtown to the Rockwood Music Hall again. They have recently built a new space next door to the original hall, and refer to it as “Stage 2.” In a brilliant stroke of luck, Wakey!Wakey! was playing there Sunday night! Terri opted to come along, although she had never heard any of their music before. We weren’t sure how our music tastes would line up, but I appreciated the company all the same, and just hoped that she’d enjoy the show.

When we walked in the door, the first person I saw was Mike Grubbs, lead singer of Wakey!Wakey! (and bonus: Bartender “Grubbsy” from One Tree Hill). I am pretty sure the combination of those two things made me a little too giddy, but he obliged me with a photo and we talked a bit. I related how I’d fallen in love with their music upon hearing “War Sweater,” and then when he popped up in a recurring role on One Tree Hill, that was the icing on the cake for me.

We settled in for the show – again, mere feet from the stage. Two songs in, I looked back at Terri to gauge if she was enjoying herself and she nodded yes. Meanwhile, I was over the moon! It is disappointing when you love an artist and then you go to a show and realize that what you really loved was the miracle-working producer who put the album together. In this case, though, it was quite the opposite. I’ve been a fan of the music for quite a while, but seeing them live was – wow – spectacular!

The whole band played most of the show, and Grubbs did a few songs on his own as well. Rosi Golan even joined him onstage for a rendition of “Blame You.” When the whole band was playing, I was quite taken with the violinist, Patrick. Amazing!!

Somewhere around the middle of the show – and I don’t even remember what song was playing – Terri tapped me on the shoulder. When I turned around, she was grinning and giving me a big thumbs up! Needless to say, Wakey!Wakey! has a new fan, and since Terri asked me, “Man, what did I miss last night?!” – she’s probably home looking up Matthew Perryman Jones as well. We both talked to Mike Grubbs again after the show, and then I got to meet the band’s manager, Wesley, which was a delight after having corresponded sporadically on Twitter.

Monday morning, we all slept in, but still woke up exhausted. There wasn’t much on Monday’s schedule for that very reason. Terri was meeting another friend for breakfast, so Jessica, Thai, and I walked around Times Square some more, hitting the Hershey store and the M&M store, much to Thai’s delight.

We had lunch at Junior’s (and packed our cheesecake in our purses to go), met Terri at the hotel for the goodbyes, and jumped in a cab back to the airport.

The cheesecake never made it out of the city, since we ate that while we waited at our gate, but before long, we were on a plane headed back to Virginia.

Thai certainly seemed to enjoy her first-ever trip to New York City, and I can only hope that, like me, she finds something new to love about it every time she goes from now on. For my part, I am sure I will find another reason to go back to the Big City soon enough – you can bet I’ll be keeping a keen eye on the schedule down at Rockwood Music Hall!

Like We’re All Half Crazy and All at Least Half Alright

I am not sure how many years my friend Terri has been asking me to join her for the Marco Island SoapFest, but this year, I decided at the last minute (about two months beforehand in Amanda-time) to go for it.

 

My primary reason for going was to spend another fantastic weekend with Terri, Christy, and Heather, since we had such a blast during the Best (Worst) NYC Trip Ever I had also never been to Florida, and thought this would be a golden opportunity.  (Thank you, tax refund.)

 

The catalyst for the trip was the Marco Island SoapFest, bringing actors from all four east coast soaps (Guiding Light, As the World Turns, All My Children, and One Life to Live) together for a fun weekend benefitting several children’s charities, most notably the Eimerman Educational Center, which provides outreach for children with autism.

 

I lucked out and scored a comparatively cheap flight right out of Lynchburg with a connection through Charlotte, so I parked my car at the office and Daddy dropped me off at the airport Friday morning.  Since US Airways (and a lot of other money-grubbing airlines) have instituted fees for checked baggage, I refused to fall victim to their ploy and shoved everything into a rather large carry-on.  That was also one way to ensure that my luggage actually made it to Florida with me, and I didn’t have another ordeal like the one in New York last fall.  I even managed to abide by the liquid rule (nothing larger than a 3oz container, and all containers must fit into a quart-size ziplock bag.  My biggest bottle?  Anti-bac, of course!).  I was pretty proud of myself:

 

 

I had a three hour layover in Charlotte on the way down, which I passed by grabbing a bagel, propping my feet up on my suitcase, and enjoying the miracle and wonder of my iPod (forget the wheel; this is man’s greatest achievement):

 

 

I made it to Fort Myers airport without incident, where I met up with Heather in the main terminal and grabbed a late lunch at Chili’s while we waited for Christy’s flight to arrive.  Then, we hopped in our rental car (a Charger – why on earth didn’t I take a picture of that?) and used my awesome phone’s GPS to navigate to the island, which was about a 45-minute drive.

 

 

 

 

We stayed at the Hilton Resort, and all of the staff were extremely friendly and attentive, from the valet who welcomed us, to the bellhop who attended us and upgraded our room (and our view) simply because we asked nicely.  We immediately threw the balcony doors open and took a breath of fresh ocean air.

 

 

Heather and Christy had made plans for dinner Friday night before I joined the trip, so I decided to use the time for a walk along the beach.  All I had to do was step out the back door of the hotel to get to the beach:

 

 

The sand was actually more shells than sand, so I was glad to have my flip-flops, but I did slip them off long enough to walk barefoot through the surf.  I explored until it was time for sunset, and then I went camera crazy, snapping photos from various locations I had scoped out beforehand.  The beach was not nearly as crowded as I expected (especially for sunset), but I did find a few couples to incorporate into my photographs.  And yes, as I hinted with one of the pictures below, I did take some time to just sit in the sand and watch the sun dropping down towards the ocean.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After sunset, I wandered up the street by the hotel looking for some dinner.  Nothing jumped out at me except for the fact that I was tired from very little sleep the night before and my feet were starting to hurt, so I just went back to the hotel to relax for the evening.  Heather and Christy were kind enough to bring some food back for me, and we hit the sack to rest up for the long day ahead.

 

Once we finally got up on Saturday and checked to see when Terri would be arriving, we decided to head out to the beach.  I am honestly not that much of a beach person, but since most of my trips keep me going non-stop, trying to see all the sights and make the most of every moment, I must say that it was wonderful to simply lay on the beach, soak up the sun, listen to some Ryan Adams, and watch the waves.  So, most of my view Saturday afternoon was this:

 

 

Terri arrived at the hotel a bit frazzled from her trip, but just in time to get some beach time before we all started getting ready for Saturday night’s dinner at Bistro Soliel (at the Historic Olde Marco Inn).  It was a dressier affair, so I’d like to take this moment to give a shout-out to my awesome friend Jessica who loaned me her LBD (little black dress).  I got several compliments on it!

 

We were at a VIP table with John Driscoll, a fellow Virginian and an all-around likable guy.  He just scored a great gig on The Young and the Restless, which he was supposed to be keeping under wraps.  He quickly realized that, thanks to the internet, we knew more about his forthcoming job than he did!  We enjoyed dinner (which I must say was delicious) and got a chance to mingle around the room a bit.

 

 

Beth Ehlers (formerly of GL, now of AMC, and one of my lifelong favorite actresses) flagged me down from the next table over to say hello.  We kept trying to catch up, but a lot of fans were coming up to her, so we decided to try again later!

 

 

After dinner, there was a Q&A session and an auction.  Earlier that day, the actors had volunteered their time to paint with some of the children, and the resulting artwork was up for bid.  Most of the paintings (by autistic children of all ages) were quite good, even if they were of rainbows or fish or flowers.  Some of the paintings were downright impressive, but one in particular (of Wolverine) went above and beyond:

 

 

I didn’t bid on anything because I didn’t have the extra money, and most everything went for several hundred dollars if not into the $1000 range.  Many of the actors bid personally, which was generous since all of the money was going to such a great cause.  Some of the children were even present to display their paintings, and of course garnered hearty applause from the audience – and loosened some purse strings as well.  Thorsten Kaye sent bids soaring high for Ricky Paull Goldin’s jacket (which he wore as Gus on GL), and won it.  His design is to use it to taunt Ricky, who is quite a bit smaller than Thorsten.  I hope to hear about the “part two” of that particular story.

 

Brown Shirt Man (who I met in Las Vegas back in 2005 and is infamous to my long-time blog readers) caught sight of me during the auction, so afterward I went over to say hello to him.  He was as charming as ever, of course.   I also said hello to Trent Dawson and talked to him briefly before we left to go back to the hotel to change clothes and head out again.

 

Since we called for the car around 11:45, our valet smiled and said, “See you tomorrow, ladies!”  It was good that we (and by we, I mean everybody but Terri!) got a lot of sleep the night before, because I am certainly no longer used to the night life!  Nonetheless, we headed for Almost Famous Mel’s Smokehouse and BBQ for the Celebrity Bartender Bash.  That event was a lot of fun, even if it was SO HOT in the building.  We chose a cooler corner and stayed in it – unless, of course, the DJ played a great song and we (mostly I) felt compelled to dance.  On the dance floor, I remembered why it is great to be one of the few sober people at the bar – you can watch everyone else make complete fools of themselves, and still remember all of it the next day!  Among the fun – me and several gay men dancing to Love Shack, and a loud, profanity-laden tirade from a girl who was supposed to be passing out shots, but instead stopped to entertain (and perhaps you could say “assault”) us with her story of how she “voted black” but then apparently realized afterwards that she did not like anything Obama was doing.  (Side note: this is why it is usually a good idea to, you know, VOTE ON THE ISSUES and research the candidates so you don’t have a rude awakening six months after you vote black/white/woman/hope/change.)  She also regaled us with stories of her home country, Australia, and her hometown, Detroit.  (Yes, as in Michigan.  Go figure that one.)  And after twenty minutes of yelling (10 minutes of which could have been eliminated if she had cut out all use of the F-word), she announced, “This is why I am joining the Navy and becoming a minister.”  I could no longer restrain myself and cracked up laughing.  I bet she still has a headache from that hangover.

 

All things considered, we had a wonderful time.  I finally did get to catch up with Beth Ehlers for a few minutes.  I must say – she seems happier than ever, so I am happy for her.  I met some new friends – Cheryl and Tommy – who Heather and Christy had dinner with on Friday night.  Together, we had a great time, a LOT of laughs, and spent some more time with John Driscoll, Trent Dawson, Austin Peck, and Jeff Branson (Brown Shirt Man).  Aaaaaand, Terri discovered that despite her valiant efforts to sway him, Brown Shirt Man is still mine all mine. *grin*

 

 

 

We ended up closing down the place, and we had all passed the point of exhaustion, which as you know, leads directly to giddy, so we sat up for a while at the hotel eating 5 varieties of pretzels and having ridiculous conversations.  I was the first one to fall asleep just before 4am, so we started Sunday with a lot less energy than we had the day before!

 

To counteract the problem, Heather, Christy, and I headed to one of their favorite diners for a protein-powered breakfast to face the day.  Terri stayed behind to pack up, because she was going to head back to the airport that afternoon.  (Talk about a whirlwind trip!)

 

We set sail at noon on the Marco Island Princess for a cruise around the island.  This was the third and final “event” of the weekend.  I am not sure what the final count was for money raised, but if anybody knows, please pass it along!  With just a cursory count in my head, the dinner and the cruise alone brought in several thousand dollars just during the auctions, and I have no idea how much the bar event brought in, depending on how much people were drinking, I suppose!  (I was not drinking, but I did shake my moneymaker!  So, I was doing my part!  HAHAHAHA!)

 

The cruise was really lovely.  Heather secured us a table in “prime real estate” (as John put it) on the upper deck corner of the boat.  We were still out of the sun for the most part (since Christy and I are fair-skinned), but we were in the best place to catch a breeze, take in the view, and chat with everyone who passed by there at some point throughout the afternoon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Heather bid in the auction on the boat and won the painting that John did with a little girl named Tierney.  I totally stole this picture from her album from the weekend, but since I took the picture, I think that makes it OK:

 

 

After the cruise finished, we had to say goodbye to Terri so she could head back to the airport, and Heather, Christy, and I were once again on our own.

 

 

We were also exhausted, so we decided to get some rest.  I decided to go sprawl out on the beach with my iPod again, and Heather and Christy rested in the room for a while before heading out on shell-hunting and picture-taking expeditions, respectively.

 

Afterward, they introduced me to strombolis at a local pizzeria with a very attractive waiter, and then we went on another photo-op tour together.  This was mostly for my benefit – and my love of fountains – and I was oh-so-grateful.

 

 

 

 

 

By that time, we had enough room to go by the Cold Stone Creamery for dessert.  Christy does not have an ice cream shop of that nature in her hometown, so that is a bit of a tradition, too.  We were wiped out from the day once again, so we retired to our room, packed our bags, and got some much-needed rest.

 

Monday morning, we still got to sleep in since we’d done much of our packing the night before, and we spent a little time out on the balcony before checking out and heading back toward the airport.

 

 

We arrived in time to have lunch together at Chili’s before going our separate ways.

 

 

My trip home went very well.  I arrived at the gate at Ft. Myers just as my plane was boarding, and despite having to run through the Charlotte airport from Concourse B to the far off corner of Gate E32b, I still arrived at my gate just in time to board for home – even with stopping in the main terminal to take this photo.  (Yes, I do love Jeff Gordon.)

 

 

Mom picked me up at the airport at home, and I was back in my apartment shortly past 5:30 on Monday.  I loved my trip, but there is always something comforting about being back home!