Family Visitation.
When people are visiting from afar, it's fantaaaastic to be beyond the initial NYC touristy stages. Playing tour guide around NYC is just exhausting. I was pleased to have my sister in town last week (Tuesday-Tuesday, no doubt) as she was reevaluating the city, knowing that the middle of the bible belt won't exactly be the most hospitable locale to an aspiring film editor. Since she's got a kind, handsome and knowledgeable guide/brother in NYC, she decided to come hang out for a week. Upset that I chose Europe over coming home, my mom joined for the tail end of her visit, uniting us on the east coast.
The kicker: they crashed with me! You've seen my apt (well, that's just my room), and being lucky enough to have that much space, it's hard to justify demanding a hotel room -- especially with flights as expensive as they are and the world crumbling around us (not to mention an unemployed graduate and a teacher salary). It turned out just fine, but it was a strange feeling spending every. waking. moment. with my family, from the moment I opened my eyes, to the moment I closed them at night. I don't think I've done that since I was 6.
Overall, we had a great time. Thanks to some last-minute gracious help from Josh, they got some great tix to Young Frankenstein, I joined for In the Heights (which was fucking amazing -- highly recommended), and even picked up some front row lottery seats for Avenue Q. We ate, we drank, I enjoyed a few days off work, and we enjoyed the city as a family. (Even got a bit of Wii-play in there, don't you like my mom's Mii?) I look forward to seeing 'em again around Christmastime. (More pics below the fold.)
