Take Your Sister to the City Day

My sister and I talk on the phone a lot. We text, we send vids via Marco Polo on the daily. We also send each other the most insane news articles, discuss Met gala dresses and reminisce about our childhood constantly. We discuss every topic known to man. We get deep and sad sometimes, but it's always interrupted by a joke because Becks cannot be serious for more than 5 minutes. It's a fact.

But we don't see each other very often anymore. 

Living in Florida was a dream for us because hello Florida! but also because my sister was a measly 6 hours from us, and we did holidays together.

So Heidi coming to see me for a weekend was the best present I could ever ask for.

Partly because she's one of the only people who understand what it was like to grow up so beautiful and so fashionable that all of the other girls hated you.

I'm lying.

So what do two thirtysomething Beck sisters who are moms of a combined seven kids, 3 of which have special needs, do in the city for a whole two days?

Fall asleep on the Staten Island Ferry.

Wear unplanned coordinating outfits. 

See the musical Beautiful about the life of Carole King and know all of the words to the songs while also being a good thirty years younger than any other audience member. 

Which also explains our pure excitement at finding this at a vintage shop:

Long live the Neil!

We walked something like 12 or 14 miles the first day, made a couple of Subway mistakes and giggled through the whole thing. We kept making the same comment over and over about how much we love walking, we both really love walking! 

We wept at the 9/11 memorial. We touched the names and had an especially tough time upon seeing that one of the names said "and her unborn child" at the end of it.

We were pleasantly surprised--nay, ecstatic--about the hotel upgrade we received because they had an extra suite available at the Warwick.

Two rooms! We discussed how lovely the rooms were and how we should use up all of the space, but in the end, we neatly kept our clothes and suitcases all together and left the rooms pretty much as clean as we found them. Because we're thirtysomething moms.

We talked up big how fun it would be to watch tv together and make fun of everything, but the joke was on us because we fell asleep about 3 minutes after getting into bed, Heidi with the remote still in her hand.

We did a lot of shopping, and it was the highlight for me, because nothing is as good as shopping with my sister. She has a sixth sense for it, and I always make my best purchases with her.

We went to Central Park and Little Italy and a bunch of other things. 

We kept commenting on how easy everything was--yes, we got lost on the subway, yes we walked and walked the first day and could barely hobble the second day. But easy! No diaper bag, no potty accidents, no strollers. I mean, we love our kids but this was LIVING!

And then we went home where I discovered that Dan had had an exhausting weekend too.

The next sisters reunion probably won't happen for another ten years. But I might start planning it now.