Our final morning in New York earlier this week, SVV and I had planned a brunch on the Upper East Side at Sarabeth’s, one of my favorite restaurants for the pumpkin waffle alone, so we could zip over to Lemon’s, get our bags and head to JFK once we were done. But the weather had other plans. There were sideways drops that pelleted us like bebes, there were hurricane-strong winds—not at all the sort of weather anyone wants to be outside in.
And so, in the spirit of my friend and our gracious hostess, we took lemons and made lemonade. In my world, that means running through puddles barefoot (or in flip flops) in Central Park.
I sang “Chim Chim Charee” while doing it, too, believe you me. No shame here. Luckily, SVV has become accustomed to me making a spectacle of us wherever we go. He seems cool with it.
I also fulfilled my wish of kissing a cute boy under an umbrella, in the rain, in the middle of the park.
See, rain isn’t always a bad omen.