Britton’s Birthday in the Big Apple

We have a teenager in the house! My mom had, what I think to be, a fantastic idea of taking each of her granddaughters to New York on their 13th birthday. Lucky for B that happens to be the oldest, she packed her rolling suitcase, googled ‘New York weather’ and tied her white converse tennis shoes. And then she (and we) conquered the Big Apple. Her first trip to NY. Having been a travel agent in her former life, Mom spent time planning the perfect first-time-NY-trip for a 13 year old girl beginning with a 1/2 day private tour of the city. Cliff, our local tour guide for the day sported more jewelry than me, chest hair popping out of his unbuttoned (what I am sure was a women’s) blouse and chewed on his toothpick telling us with his deep, scratchy voice how he quit smoking after 40 years. And the best part? He had a big crush on my 6X year-old Mama. Cliff was the best! He made the entire trip and who knows? He may end up at the next Thanksgiving dinner.  Soho, Matilda, Chelsea Market, church, tours, eating and drinking completed one unforgettable weekend. Happy 13th birthday, Britton!


Britton’s Birthday in the Big Apple